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Cage

(Down) The Left Hand Path

  hip-hop  heavy metal  power metal  rap  hip hop
833 3 часа назад

Текст песни Cage - (Down) The Left Hand Path

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I was mislead, but once I found the wayI convinced a group of 19 that they should drown todayHow I flipped it, clipped it after madnessThen the dead came back and haunted the wrong addressCause they some stupid dead motherfuckersJust like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffersAnd I get my shoes polishedBy the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland`s homageIn this day and ageIf your deck ain`t playing CageYou probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaiseOr I ain`t get the right palmMy whole career been a upstream kayak through bloodMy tools love, seeing the face of opponentsSeconds before they scull and wig savor the momentLight up a Jay, cast silence over BobAnd hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead[Chorus]Hear this to the DJ then track the clubsLift the cover of my CD then see what acid doesDon`t just stand there looking like some average thugsIf there`s a chick standing next to you then grab her jugsAnd if you ain`t grabbin` the dough when they ass belowThen you come back to the crib wearin` a mask and glovesThen you go back to the club stinkin` of ass and bloodJoke some kid up diggin` pockets and snatch the drugsI a backwards educationStudied some chick with broken navigationAll this anti-Cage demonstratin`I don`t pray to SatanI pray on agents makin`Shapeable mindsCapable of firing traceable 9`sBut not at any kegs that make they snout`s seeI don`t know what I wrote till` I spit and my mouth bleedsLook, more patterns to marketNot even naming I`m standin` a walkin` target with shoppers that look at meawkwardGranted I got a canon and my freakin` mouth`s leakin`Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keepingIf you sleeping you`re getting woke the fuck upLike you`re parents while you bought this and smoke the fuck upWith some much rhymin` in the NYCI carry 9 millimeter in the back of TaxiWhile I thought music prevented GOB servantsAnd a cycle of brain wash entertainments to detergent[Chorus]If my thought patternsBrought palans to Walt AdamsAnd spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin`Bloody ear canalHold it down with a towelCause by the time the verse hatch your stomach`s hangin` outWe got a verse on the loose, let`s get these mouth zippersBuy six drinks a night then wake up and wear `em as house slippersI`m just fuckin` with you bitch, don`t get offendedThis ain`t your average anti-pop record with a happy endingGo ask your blockSchool body and bastard popsHow the fuck you get your hands on acid dropsMusic television repellent for kids with extreme viewsStart torchin` labs to light the team`s fuseI`ve gotten plottin`, rotten ? been chewingI keep my hands in it with no tangible influenceWhether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous nightA book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess`s wife[Chorus]

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