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Cage
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Good Morning
Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians Vendors rapstars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty dutches, af one's and dunks
Skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway High risk, orange alert everyday My click is a clip that spits in Glock land Walk like I'm from the hood, hair like and indie rock band
Throw fits then pitch from hammers blow lungs up Before Onyx was telling me to throw them guns up My style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck 'Til Def Jux stuffed them gees in the cup
Now it's the season to fuck, shit, piss in the morning flicker Lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside So I don't need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind
I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard The fame of the words alive in my city Stray from the herd I say what I learned Painfully burned alive my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin' the earth Danger alert, alive in my city Though the same that desert, I remain when they mirk Claim a grain of the worth in my city
Knocked up Jux, they had a monster I'm TV on the street Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In the cabbage patch with premies on my feet I got a New York bop itchy index like a New York cop Sick in whichever city my tour stops
So by the time I get home, I'll have spread so much enjoyment I'll create the vaccine, then destroy it I pull immaculate concepts from thin air Implemented by the listener to learn until I get there
I'm most alive from one to five In the morning Thursday's KCR gave birth to weatherman, then died Homeland Security advisory system won't work Until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert
Divide quickly, a few can ride with me when martial law hits Pack up the whip and hide with me Until the eve of destruction paints a town black And anarchy ensues you'll have the soundtrack
I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard The fame of the words alive in my city Stray from the herd I say what I learned Painfully burned alive my city
Aim for the dirt, claimin' the earth Danger alert, alive in my city Though the same that desert, I remain when they mirk Claim a grain of the worth in my city
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