Cage 9 (Cage9)

Cage 9 (Cage9) - Tower of babble 2 lyrics

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(feat. Copywrite, Eon)



[Cage]

You wanna shoot a video?

Bring a crystal to blonde busters

Wanna step to Weathermen, cause you all cocksuckers!

Wanna Soldier Story? What's gold and gory

Pull the jury off some dead bitch in a crematory

Put 12 little faggots in the fucking dirt then crawl

Out your little girls jaw, and ask her, WHO'S BIZZARE?

I'm so underground I should seek production in China

Cut a dime in half, I got 2 licks, and one vagina

Find a therapist that I can eat out soon

Cause I'm so homesick, I miss mom's fallopian tubes

My vision is stillframe animation

Put a gun to a square, make him slice a mason

Pissing at Days Inn, got a dog for an agent

Studied virtue in the basement where my doctor tried to keep his patients

Paint a portrait, four minutes, no rush

While fools clock in a circle to dissect the brush



[Chorus x2]

Half step? Can't walk

Drunk slut? Pants off

Fake jack? Can't talk

This mic? Hands off

New jack? Get taught

Weak shit? Get caught

Your crew? Shits off

Wack bitch!



[Copywrite]

Dr. Strange will slop your Range with a stinking bucket of piss

And cockblock your brain if you think you fucking with this

By Christ, I'll summon this shit

Son of a bitch, up in your crib fucking your bitch with one of my fists

Pants sagging low, hand smacking hoes

Get down with the Klan just to slit the Grand Dragon's throat

The way I see, everything on this damn earth is free

Murder beats, and turn MC's to hamburger meat

First coming of Copywrite, thief with the mic

Creep like a thief in the night, sneak in your crib, leave with your wife

Repent for your recordings

When the engineer said your vocals were too hot,

What he meant was they were distorted

Explain how your venom harms your prey, and you're hard to slay

When your DJ's dressing up in women's lingerie

For Eons I infect y'all with Agent Orange,

If you don't know the words to these verses, don't even sing the chorus



[Chorus x2]



[Eon]

I stay Unbreakable like David Dunn

The Philly native son,

You Mr. Glass on mics

The jaded one

Check out this ill crew's onslaught

Your career's a Hot97 afterthought

It's not my fault the ass fall in the ?past fought?

Now who's that kid from Space Mountain?

Looking like an accountant, highly touted, off and on again

Really hip hop needs to take 5 like Donovan

I end my quote nice with bong hits and ??????

Send me the fuck back to ???????? please

Or release EC's from the hospital for joint disease

See the weasel on Da Vinci's easel

With the Mona Lisa oil paintings, shavings and scrapings

Combined with championship trophy engravings

Clowns rock from foul grounds to out of bounds

You couldn't see my ass if I was wearing hospital gowns



[Chorus x2]
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