54 - Cage: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

54

46Hip-Hop/Rap2018

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54 è stato pubblicato il 10 agosto 2018 da Eastern Conference come parte dell'album The High & Mighty Present: Eastern Conference OG Demos vol 1

AlbumThe High & Mighty Present: Eastern Conference OG Demos vol 1

10 agosto 2018

EtichettaEastern Conference

LinguaEnglish

BPM90

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Testi

[Verse 1]

Killer out front, watch me kill that cat

The rich, young girl I'm lookin' at

Now watch me kill that cat

[Verse 2]

I hunt cunts like these with underground disease

And they yearly makin' spots, spawn a million MC's

We used to go to shows, drink, dance, get high

Then you click the mic, the whole audience wanna rhyme

In '92, I let the cage outta Alex

Through college radio, demonstrate the fist

Fuck the love ballads

Summon demons in my ad-libs from tripling

Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians

Red light in the Lincoln for drinkin', drank on

The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin'

While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless

If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state

Plus, when Cage ripped a half on the concrete

Screamin', "That's my spirit runnin' down the street"

The undead writin' in gun lead

Lipo-suck the fat bitch outta box with one hypo jab

Inject tiger serum, I can't hear 'em (Who?)

Alex with the fuckin' loaded 30-02

[Verse 3]

This is for the whores and the kicked over stores

And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour

This is for the kid who said, "Oh, you dead"

And the 54 stitches that he caught in his head

This is for the clowns I beat with no hands

And the two OZ's down to 54 grams

With two to the face, I'm a basket case

With 54 seconds to outer space

[Verse 4]

I love a bullmastiff, ground up, make her pound up

With green Jesus, get in, I'll drive you to seizures

Humanoid pause before God, with cyborg dogs after me

Killin' these rhymin' Sigmund Freuds

For the cause, your whole life's a waitin' room for worms

Strangest occurs, you see Venus in Furs

With toes out, facin' Earth, avengin' my sixteen

Your old shell, talkin' pistols like Starscream

My whole story lost on a wall in black marker

Sixty-six more flicks for Clive Barker

With a little message for real research kids

Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?

My anti-commercial style will curse you

Say fuck so much, my airplay's like curfew

To third shift bomb chemists, the senate's scarred

Start killin' all the livin' like the Serbian guards

You supportin' communism, buyin' major, so dumb

Watch me put two rocks in Kurt Loader's head, what's up?

[Verse 5]

This is for the whores and the kicked over stores

And the 54 dollars in my pocket on tour

This is for the kid that said, "Oh, you dead"

And the 54 stitches that he caught in his head

This is for the clowns I beat with no hands

And the two OZ's down to 54 grams

With two to the face, I'm a basket case

With 54 seconds to outer space

Written by: Cage, DJ Mighty Mi

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