Cage - Left It To Us lyrics

rate me

I write left shit with my right. Spit on the mic twice

Sleep on beef, wake up to hammers like Christ

We summon electrical animals destined a mandible giant

Like we running through New York City in mechanical lions

Yo I walk on glass chuckle city out of a miners lung

Grasshopper keep a civil tongue where the pacifier's plugged

Shrug em off eye of tiger pen over the hideous

Watch the gorilla in em slither back through the lineage

I write left shit with my right brain

Make eyeballs pop like bike chains at the right phase

Dog, I got Gatlings connected to my arms like bat wings

So each complete revolution of the bells is saddening

Weathermen is not a crew it's a hot mind with guns up to it

The last cats audio to-in it ruining your drum-kit

Vandals of society arsonist sheep in public

We speak in reality tv and there are no writers touchin it

And if the Brick City was Compton I'd be OG Bobby Johnson

On the loose, throwing up deuce, at the first sign of a problem

Weathermen filth nastiest black and blue braid and light base milk with lumps

Bulked up for the last six months

Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton

I heard he's in the weatherman-oh god it's them again

A weatherman can do no wrong. No uniform

Cut off three limbs with a new arm. Dead planet in it's palm

Flow some life in your rap lungs for a second

Let me take you from your normally programmed shit records

If you're into irony I brought the four four in the place

While canvas nights paint the art of war in your face

Get that psycho-stimuli that gets you hot happy and whistlin'

And if I'm too bugged the feds are still listenin'

You're flawed in the particles I'm a fuckin genuine article and you been reppin' shit marginal

Partially I'm responsible I'm harsh to the bono and I'll acid wash your phono

I swagger the injury shield cloak

A flock of humming birds circle the same place I spoke

Arena hollowed out drunk bombshells fell through the smoke

Heal the pain of followers runnin through hell in shell toes

And the award for scummiest ninja moment of the summer

Goes to mister slip a mickey to Christ at his own supper

Who's talent turned chemical imbalance to vital cash crop

While moonlighting as your local Eckhart Pharmacy mascot

Boss Hogs dogs sniffin' out victims for the quota sorta rogue put a slip on the system throw the...

WM's up for bounty hunters Paulie Junior mount the chrome bazookas on the Orange County Choppers

Two dollar box cutters sharp with the game

Buff it through your cheek, you keep the change

Representative Tame. Weatherman gang

As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse

This is Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze Brew, Tame, and Yak

Back out early like winter

For the bread on the side like fish dinners

With a jar of bizarre for the dip spinners

The new left southpaws outlaws north to California

Represent bent and put dents in your battle armor