I was mislead but once I found the way
I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
Then the dead came back an' haunted the wrong address
'Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers
An' I get my shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees payin' Timbaland's homage
In this day an' age if your deck ain't playin' Cage
You probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaise
Or I ain't get the right palm
My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My tools love seein' the face of opponents
Seconds before they scull an' wig, savor the moment
Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob
An' hair stuck on the ground, shit, I might as well rob the dead
Hear this to the DJ, then trash the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD, then see what acid does
Don't just stand there lookin' like some average thugs
If there's a chick standin' next to you, then grab her jugs
An' if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask an' gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass an' blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets an' snatch the drugs
I took a backwards education
Studied some chick with broken navigation
All this anti-Cage demonstratin', I don't pray to Satan
I prey on agents makin' shapeable minds
Capable of firin' traceable 9's
But not at any kegs that make they snout's see
I don't know what I wrote 'til I spit an' my mouth bleeds
Look, more patterns to market
Not even namin', I'm standin', a walkin' target
With shoppers that look at me awkward
Granted I got a canon an' my freakin' mouth's leakin'
'Cause my crew put more dust in the air than housekeeping
If you sleepin', you're gettin' woke the fuck up
Like you're parents, while you bought this an' smoke the fuck up
With some much rhymin' in the N.Y.C.
I carry a 9 millimeter in the back of Taxi
While I thought music prevented GOB servants
An' a cycle of brainwash entertainments to detergent
Hear this to the DJ, then trash the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD, then see what acid does
Don't just stand there lookin' like some average thugs
If there's a chick standin' next to you, then grab her jugs
An' if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask an' gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass an' blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets an' snatch the drugs
If my thought patterns brought palans to Walt Adams
An' spit violence an' death, then kids start gaddin'
Bloody ear canal, hold it down with a towel
'Cause by the time the verse hatch, your stomach's hangin' out
We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
Buy six drinks a night, then wake up an' wear 'em as house slippers
I'm just fuckin' with you, bitch, don't get offended
This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy endin'
Go ask your block, school body an' bastard pops
How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
Music Television repellent for kids with extreme views
Start torchin' labs to light the team's fuse
I've gotten plottin', rotten [Incomprehensible] been chewin'
I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife
So, hear this to the DJ, then trash the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD, then see what acid does
Don't just stand there lookin' like some average thugs
If there's a chick standin' next to you, then grab her jugs
An' if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask an' gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass an' blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets an' snatch the drugs

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