Cage - The Left Hand Path lyrics

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 motherf**ers Just like all you b**hes, 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, sh** 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 a** below Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves Then you go back to the club stinkin' of a** and blood Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the d** 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