Underground Rapstar - Cage

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up

Don’t go against the weathermen

You gonna get fucked up

And I ain’t fucked up now bluffin' the basics

Let stuff in the Asics from that kid huffin the matrix

I let my brain cells fight it out and throw the lighter out

You ain’t even got hands to hold the guns you write about

Ain’t got a heater and why Cage need more than four fists?

I stay puttin it down and don’t come off this?

Complice not needed spray dolo

With more letter combinations in my blood than K Solo

LSD, THC, PCP, the only three I need left is GED

You know you can’t stand the manic

Even if you don’t get the picture the point of view’s still panoramic

Chemical organic, leaf is clouding

Get your contact back in in 3 plus two thousand

This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical’s great

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything

This is the life of a underground rapstar

You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is my brain on drugs these are the drugs on my brain

I stab the shit out of Clyde just like I bludgeoned his dame

After I fucked her insane?

That sex pistol got a chest to spray

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the fuck?

You think my identity was born yesterday?

Been the prince elite since the purple rain was in the street

I parted the projects for that sea of sulphur you seek

And if bein by my gun matched the drink in my glass

This incredible ho, lick on her incredible ass

Lick with care, Snake Pliskin drift in and tear off

Escape from New York and come back when the 'shish wear off

Personality pair off til my skin frays

Been off for ten days feel like two still light blue

The blast Ferarri bed

Ain’t forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head

Vintage electronic and Barbie wed

Label’s try to hype you up like you goin' fight Royce

Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy

This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical’s great

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything

This is the life of a underground rapstar

You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?

This is the life of a underground rapstar

Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is the life of a underground rapstar