put two rocks in Kurt loaders head, for sub [Chorus: Cage] This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour This is for
on my dick, rappin' scrappin' your brains with the brush of death Sent for some fuckin' noises if no bitch ass accent militant experiment goin' A-wall plus your
(feat. Greedy Fingers) [Cage] I met this chick in the club took her to the telly for back rubs split a dozen dutches ate a hundred drugs we tripping
while the gas chamber's deep Just wait around for death because the news is gonna air it Don't be chickenshit conformists like your parents We need to
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
in chest there for the misled Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt [Chorus] [Dialogue
or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for
gettin' on Home, I'm waitin' on ya if you want it I ain't gotta go fo' bad, I jus' go for my opponent I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking
not, I'm ready for 'em, *** they know I'm ready for them I'm the hardest, I'ma deadly poet, so I'm heated heavy for it Why you lookin' for me *** what
blisters into the new morning, milk blanket Your ilk is funny to the turnstile, touch bunny Whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay Get your
we living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it's a totally new beginning My people's been in the cage for criminal ways For the fact
good rates and they've got lots of rooms in stock. Tell them you're here for Gutfest, you'll get ten bucks off per night. Bring your camera and your
be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen to them clear An' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your
[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by
on the corner and I'm flyin' buy Some foreign exotic muh'fucker, you know we flyin' buy Oh you got nine lives? I got a pine box Might as well hop your
two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you
stabbed Wrong place and wrong time don?t exist no more Or for according to the Gravedigga law So watch what you do ?fore a fool talks back And behold, riding on your
