Cats Van Bags
(专辑: Seven's Travels - 2003)
[Intro:] I
can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I
got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the
song now, fucker [Slug:] We traveling the
missle, weaving through your cornfields Leaving behind a
trail of amateur porn and orange peels Navagating through this basement, that masquerades As a
nation, practising my acetate masturbation Watching the
expressions on the
faces Of them ones designated to be the
queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one sole Before the
smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole [Brother Ali:] Shoot through it as a
unit, with the
best of my crew Bumping melodies and memories too, my head's killing me, ooh Stomach empty, my bladder is full Two-year-old son on Jaybird's phone crying, you missing me And I'm starving, I'll bite your arm off Sabertooth Tiger, run the
night with the
sharp claws In your backyard just to fuck with your guard dog Throw a
brick through your shit and cut the
alarm off Bitch [Slug:] Fuck yes, I
do my best to take advantage in bouts With one hand over the
mouth, still managing to shout There's more said within the
lines on your forehead Than they could ever try to fine-print on the
inside of that warhead Cross country, like a
little lost junkie Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money Steering 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, that's where We took a
room back full of kids and threw our heart at it Angry like a
hostage, kicking like a
little bitch in one of Dibbs' mosh pits Shifting through your city limits trying to find the
raw shit Thread a
needle with it, and weave a
world of heads together, till we get 'em car sick Face full of war paint, strapped, ready for action Battle cracks heading, trying to seek the
satisfaction of the
captain [Slug:] Climbed over the
side, closed his eyes Took a
dive into his fame, inspiration for staying alive Swam to the
shore, stepped upon land Walked up to a
whore, grabbed her by the
hand And said [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 [Brother Ali:] Lock eyes with a
thousand people at the
same time They minds believing this My style of graffiti is Squeezing just the
Midwest sweat out of my shirt And leaving with my life essence embedded in your dirt [Slug:] We work, move, and hustle with the
rest of the
gypsies Spoon-feed these issues to a
new school of fishes Swimming through a
hazy shade of passion Here they come, the
Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain [Brother Ali:] Yeah, that's them, the
migrants, seasonal workers The
finest imperial wordsmiths on the
circuit Two million smiles and running, stomping, trying to flee the
heat Turn around, shooting 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 Chasing this pigeon down the
street towards the
banks Just in case my traffic receives jeeps and tanks [Slug:] And we wander through this soul, so let it be known Mama I
don't know if I'mma ever be home The
revolution won't have any distribution [Brother Ali and Slug:] I
love my son and my music so I
gotta keep it moving Like [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