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• Artiste: Cage
• Titre: Public Property
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The employee of the year Yeah, I'm back to work Let that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirts They threw a whack title On that Weathermen song Which was another remix Where you synced my shit up all wrong Seemed a bit malicious Like you tried to fuck with the mission But upon departure y'all checked nothing Just carried on my vision Wrote till by fingers bled Got no respect or love So now y'all can pay me back By writing out my check in blood Don't pay me no mind if my records are wreckless This time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kids You saw the bottle splash Next see the text square walk In the studio, chained to the board With a mini-cassette player The H in Mother Nature's arm through intravenous Trips in seasons But Weathermen's still who the team is Wanna see weathertron assemble like republicans? But when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of it And I got more days than left on this earth invested 'Cause this piece of me needs I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast 'Cause this piece of me feeds Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless 'Cause this piece of me loves Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish 'Cause this piece of me is Going to church I didn't feel right "Christian doesn't kneel right" Tried to kill myself in music Because I tried to do it in real life Born with my circuitry and my programmer's hands first Acting anarchy, a freshmen Not blending in with Hammer pants Sophomore graduated with unspeakable acts You had the balls to rip me off Have 'em when I sneak up with Yak I gave you eons to pay me my money back Stalling like it ain't My how the mighty have fallen I stab my mom and pop label common stop Y'all still owe me dough Time to go back to mom and pop Com on, stop, its silly How did you really Think you had homefield advantage In New York, reppin' Philly? And I got more days than left on this earth invested 'Cause this piece of me needs I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast 'Cause this piece of me feeds Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless 'Cause this piece of me loves Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish 'Cause this piece of me is Knuckles bloody, no sleep Seen three days tanked Way to break jaws My sister filled with teenage angst And the only therapy is what's read on paper Funny, how the same applies to seeing blood on money Splash you in the face with liquid nitrogen See if it freeze then smash you Brain cats, doggy, I'm Vietnamese Not sure what heaven is But I know hell is here Used to stuff trees into bottles like Belvedere Just to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirror Now the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appear I'm light years beyond my apocalyptic daydream To ridin' around with guns in a van with my A-team The fire in the sky that rises to sink night Just another morning I wake up too left to think right The much better looking white Al Roker After gastric bypass Brings the weather It's over And I got more days than left on this earth invested 'Cause this piece of me needs I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast 'Cause this piece of me feeds Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless 'Cause this piece of me loves Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish 'Cause this piece of me is