Lyrics Underground Rapstar - Cage

Every rapper in the house,
Shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house,
Shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house,
Shut the fuck up Don't go against
The weathermen You gonna get fucked up
And I ain't fucked up now bluffin' the basics Let stuff in the Asics
From that kid huffin the matrix I let my brain cells fight it out and
Throw the lighter out You ain't even got hands to hold the guns you
Write about Ain't got a heater and
Why Cage need more than four fists?
I stay puttin it down and don't come off this?
Complice not needed spray dolo With more letter combinations in my
Blood than K Solo LSD, THC, PCP,
The only three I need left is GED You know you can't stand the manic
Even if you don't get the picture the point of view's still panoramic
Chemical organic,
Leaf is clouding Get your contact back in in 3 plus two thousand
This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great This is
The life of a underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are
Vain and peck at anything This is the life of a underground rapstar
You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?
This is the life of a underground rapstar Travel on somebody else's
Dime and can still pull out the nine
This is the life of a underground rapstar
This is my brain on drugs these are the drugs on my brain I stab the
Shit out of Clyde just like I
Bludgeoned his dame After I fucked her insane?
That sex pistol got a chest to spray ...
The fuck?
You think my identity was born yesterday?
Been the prince elite since the purple rain was in the street I
Parted the projects for that sea of sulphur you seek And if bein by
My gun matched the drink in my glass This incredible ho,
Lick on her incredible ass Lick with care,
Snake Pliskin drift in and tear off Escape from New York and come
Back when the 'shish wear off Personality pair off til my skin frays
Been off for ten days feel like two still light blue The blast
Ferarri bed Ain't forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head Vintage
Electronic and Barbie wed Label's try to hype you up like you goin'
Fight Royce Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy
This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical's great This is
The life of a underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are
Vain and peck at anything This is the life of a underground rapstar
You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?
This is the life of a underground rapstar Travel on somebody else's
Dime and can still pull out the nine This is the life of a
Underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar This is
The life of a underground rapstar This is the life of a
Underground rapstar This is the life of a underground rapstar