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 and haunted the wrong address

Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers

Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers

And I get my shoes polished

By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage

In this day and age

If your deck ain't playing 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, seeing the face of opponents

Seconds before they scull and wig savor the moment

Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob

And hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead



[Chorus]

Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs

Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does

Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs

If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs

And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below

Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves

Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass and blood

Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the drugs



I a backwards education

Studied some chick with broken navigation

All this anti-Cage demonstratin'

I don't pray to Satan

I pray on agents makin'

Shapeable minds

Capable of firing traceable 9's

But not at any kegs that make they snout's see

I don't know what I wrote till' I spit and my mouth bleeds







Look, more patterns to market

Not even naming I'm standin' a walkin' target with shoppers that look at me

awkward

Granted I go