Cage - Getaway Car lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin] Ayo, ayo, I send this to all of my corporate corpses Tryna abort the thoughts of comin' out wildin' Dumbin' out time to off the office I was surely sorta twisted Worked at a TV studio, an audio a**istant Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a mean mood Hot, I gotta be cool I was on the brink of fiend's drool Glaring at the green room Made a brother the same color, but beyond neon Pushin' me to peon, barkin' at dreams to be gone Tending to the talent and many, they haven't any Was especially a challenge when he be like Goddamnit, can he hear his vocal? As he cuffin' it, "How my mic sound?" Thinkin', on the low, it's perfect when he put the mic down Clown stand steady grillin', wanting subservience Sound man buryin', thinkin' I'd f**in' murder them And steamin' as I'm watchin' duke Leavin' on some hot pursuit Gotta win, as these cats be modelin' what not to do [Chorus: Aesop Rock] In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car) In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car) Six in the morning and the walls close in High noon calls and the walls own him Kings at the ready know the walls won't win [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Storms on the harbor like a harbinger of gore (Right) Gore is my harbinger, pardon The Art of War (Right) Get your doors darkened By the house of card carpenters Who never thought a slave could be a Spartacus and more Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores Who take important conference calls in corner office walls Still, a buck is a buck and he punch numbers Five - punch Just say no to company functions And he duck into the dungeons Nothing says "k** it" like a day of fetching Paper clips and staplers for the privileged Two lives, one is chores for who*es One is where I wanna be when you begin regretting yours And I poured in with a large coffee Tardy every morning To a man who took authority beyond what it was for How you gonna pay the rent day-job-free? Make rap records, matter of fact, thanks, peace [Chorus: Aesop Rock] In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car) In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car) Six in the morning and the walls close in High noon calls and the walls own him Kings at the ready know the walls won't win [Verse 3: Cage] In a hospital gown, day off from being tied down in recreation Swinging a paddle at mental patients Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin So he pound you out in table tennis like Wang Liqin Too strange within just to stop Demented interactions sleep and thoughts documented He's lingering insane paint thinner in his vein Colors blown out around the doctor's finger in his brain With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position He crafted a path to escape his condition Would cling to the white walls of psych halls In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time But not before more injections strapped to the bed Till the psychotropics took hold of the rap in his head When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through Day of release said, "Depart from me, I never knew you" [Chorus: Aesop Rock] In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car) In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car) In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car) Six in the morning and the walls close in High noon calls and the walls own him Kings at the ready know the walls won't win [Vocal sample] "I-I-I'm leavin'"