Cage (DE) - Public Property lyrics

[Cage] The employee of the year yeah I'm back to work Let that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirts You threw a whack title on that Weathermen song Which was another remix where you synced my sh** up all wrong Seemed a bit malicious like you tried to f** up the mission But upon departure of y'all I checked nothing just carried on my vision Wrote 'til my fingers bled got no respect or love So now y'all can pay me back by writing out my check in blood But pay me no mind if my records are wreckless This time around I'm just one of you f**ing depressed kids You saw the bottle splash next see the tech sprayer Woke in the studio chained to the board with a mini ca**ette player The H in mother natures arm thru intravenous Shook some seasons but Weathermen still who the team is Wanna see Weathertron a**emble like republicans But when we transform it'll be just for the f** of it Chorus: Cage 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 thru breakfast 'cause This piece of me feeds Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restless 'cause This piece of me loves Don't f** with Weather prez I got a major d**hwish 'cause This piece of me is Goin' to church I didn't feel right "Christian doesn't kneel right" Tried to k** myself in music cuz I tried to do it in real life Born with my circuitry in my programmers hands First act of anarchy a freshmen not blendin' in with hammer pants Soph*more graduated with unspeakable acts You had the balls to rip me off, have 'em when I sneak up with Yak You had Eons to pay me but money bags stallin' Like it's not really Mi how the Mighty have fallen I stabbed my mom and pop, label calm then stopped!! Y'all still owe me doe time to go back to mom and pop C'mon stop, it's silly, how did you really Think you had Homefield Advantage in New York reppin', Philly Chorus: Cage Knuckles bloody no sleep seen 3 days tanked Write or break jakws my fists still filled with teenage angst And the only therapy is waht'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 bring cats doggie I'm Vietnamese Not sure where 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 or I'm light years beyond my apocalyptic day dream To riding 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 to left to think right The much better looking white Al Roker After gastric bypa** brings the weather its over Chorus: Cage