[bad word] 

Pack up my bags, I’m a traveling man
From New Yours to Japan with a mic in my hand
The road’s my home, the world’s my land
Two turntables, yeah that’s my band

Pack up my bags, I’m a traveling man
From New Yours to Japan with a mic in my hand
The road’s my home, the world’s my land
And DJ Chika yeah, that’s my man

[Verse 1]

I flow on the mic till I bust ?
Getting open like a ?
My head was in the clouds but look at me now
My head is in the clouds on the way to your town
Then I touch down, kiss the ground
Count up all the girlies that miss me now
But did they miss me then? Or diss me when
I wasn’t in the win writing hits with pens
Now I’m fatter than latitude, positive attitude
Straight up like longitude, this is what you oughta do
Lay back and enjoy the journey
Focus on the love cause there ain’t no concern, nah 
Worthy of the praise, been working for days
On rhymes I designed that be hurting the game
Foreign exchange much more than the bank
From the bottom to the top through the joy and the pain
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[Verse 2]

From Japan to the US, yeah we’re gonna show you who’s fresh
? is what we do best
Yeah relieve your stress like finishing a final test
The only thing left is a deep breath (deep breath)
So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride
We’re gonna take you round the world like these imaginary lines
Everything is fine, Tokyo to NYC, still hip hop for l-i-f-e
I’m a traveling man with no map with a mic in his hand
He’s a one man band
No one can stand how he moves across the land
With no goddamned plans but he’s taking your fans
The night gets hot but the journey don’t stop
He’s gonna rock until the [bad word] sun stops
And that’s for eternity cause music is a life force
Flowing through you and me
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

Actually we keep a crowd to please
After that we breaking out without theologies
Yeah it’s a masterpiece but chase after me
Like some underground hip hop masterpiece
That’s when you know it’s me
When you notice me like the ease on a musical staff
We overseas flow so smooth like an ocean breeze
Get around like a rotary, give em all a show to see
And you know it’s me, Chase to the [bad word] through your country down
Every city is a new show kicking mad flows
For the people peeping my show
49ers is the number that you can’t hate
We like phat boys not because we take the cake
And that’s straight up and down
If you catch us in your town let’s put it down
And connect with the sound
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