Cats Van Bags

[Intro]I can't scratch, cause

I'm drunkI got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding

Come and ******* get me, mother******

Yeah, break, start the song now, ******[Verse 1][Slug]

We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields

Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels

Navagatin through this ba************t, the mascarades

As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation

Watchin the expressions on the faces

Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces

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 bladder is full

Two year old son on

Jay Birds phone

Cryin, ya missin me

And I'm starvin',

I'll bite ya arm off

Sabertooth

Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws

In ya backyard just to ******* with ya guard dog

Throw a brick through your ************t and cut the alarm off

************[Slug]

******* 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 find in fine print on the inside of that warhead

Cross counrty, like a little lost junky

Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that

God moneyStearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare

Pivot 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 ************ in one of

Dibs's mosh pits

************fitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw ************t

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 whore, grabbed her by the hand

And said[Chorus][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 of graffiti is

Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my ************rt

And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt[Slug]

We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the

GypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of

Fi************esSwimmin through a hazy shade of passion

Here they come, the

Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain[Brother Ali]

Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers

The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit

Two Million smiles and runnin, 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[Chorus][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