[Intro] 
I can't scratch, cause I'm [bad word] 
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding [bad word] and [bad word] get me, [bad word] 
Yeah, break, start the song now, [bad word] 

[Verse 1] 
[Slug] 
We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields 
Leavin behind a trail of amature [bad word] and orange peels 
Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades 
As our nation, practicin' my acid take, [bad word] 
Watchin the expressions on the faces 
Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and ?? 
How many miles can you put on one soul 
Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole 

[Brother Ali] 
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew 
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh 
Stomach empty, my bladdar is full 
?? on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me 
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off 
Sabertooth [bad word] the night with the sharp claws 
In ya backyard just to [bad word] with ya guard dog 
Throw a brick through your [bad word] and cut the alarm off  [bad word] 

[Slug]  [bad word] yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts 
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout 
Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead 
Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead 
Cross counrty, like a little lost junky 
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money 
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare 
Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there 

[Brother Ali] 
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where 
We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it 
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little [bad word] in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw [bad word] 
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get 
'em car sick 
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action 
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain 

[Slug] 
Climbed over the side, closed his eyes 
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive 
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land 
Walked up to a [bad word]  grabbed her by the hand 
And said 
 [bad word]  
[Slug & Brother Ali] 
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake 
Let the speakers blow 
Let the line in, let the kids play 
Let the people know 
Let the roof burn, let the girls love 
Let the heat flow 
Let the world turn, let the curtains up 
Cats Van Bags, Yo 

[Verse 2] 
[Brother Ali] 
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time 
They minds, believin this, my style ?? 
Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt 
And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt 

[Slug] 
We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies 
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishies 
Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion 
Here [bad word]  the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin 

[Brother Ali] 
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers 
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit 
Two Million smiles [bad word]  stompin', trying to flee the heat 
Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak 

[Slug] 
They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen 
Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position 
Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks 
Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks 

[Bridge] 
[Slug] 
And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known 
Mama I dont know if I'ma ever be home 
The revolution wont have any distribution 
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin' 
Like 
 [bad word]  
[Slug & Brother Ali] 
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake 
Let the speakers blow 
Let the line in, let the kids play 
Let the people know 
Let the roof burn, let the girls love 
Let the heat flow