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Cage - Public Property lyrics
The employee of the year
 Yeah, I'm back to work
 Let that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirts
 You threw a whack title on that Weathermen song
 Which was another remix where you synced my shit up all wrong
 Seemed a bit malicious like you tried to fuck up the mission
 But upon departure of y'all I checked nothing just carried on my vision
 Wrote 'till my fingers bled, got no respect or love
 So now y'all can pay me back by writing out my check in blood
 But pay me no mind if my records are wreck-less
 This time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kids
 You saw the bottle splash next see the tech sprayer
 Woke in the studio chained to the board with a mini cassette player
 The H in mother nature's arm through intravenous
 Shook some seasons but Weathermen still who the team is
 Wanna see Weathertron assemble like republicans
 But when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of it
 And I got more days than left on this earth invested
 Cause this piece of me needs...!
 I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
 Cause this piece of me feeds...!
 Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restless
 Cause this piece of me loves...!
 Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish
 Cause this piece of me is...!
 Goin' to church I didn't feel right, "Christian doesn't kneel right!"
 Tried to kill my self in music cause I tried to do it in real life
 Born with my circuitry in my programmers hands
 First act of anarchy a freshmen not blendin' in with Hammer pants
 Sophomore graduated with unspeakable acts
 You had the balls to rip me off have 'em when I speak up with Yak
 I gave you +Eons+ to pay me but money bags stallin'
 Like it ain't my how +The Mighty+ have fallen
 I stabbed my mom'n'pop label, calm on, stop!
 Y'all still owe me doe time to go back to mom n popCage - Public Property - http://motolyrics.com/cage/public-property-lyrics.html
 C'mon stop its silly how did you really
 Think you had +Home Field Advantage+ in New York reppin' Philly
 And I got more days than left on this earth invested
 Cause this piece of me needs...!
 I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
 Cause this piece of me feeds...!
 Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restless
 Cause this piece of me loves...!
 Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish
 Cause this piece of me is...!
 Knuckles bloody no sleep seen three days tanked
 Write or break jaws my fists still filled with teenage angst
 And the only therapy is what's read on paper, funny!
 How the same applies to seeing blood on money
 Splash you in the face with liquid nitrogen see if it freeze
 Then smash you bring cats, doggie, I'm Vietnamese
 Not sure where heaven is, but I know hell is here
 Used to stuff trees into bottles like Belvedere
 Just to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirror
 Now the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appear or
 I'm light years beyond my apocalyptic day dream
 To riding around with guns in a van with my A-Team
 The fire in the sky that rises to sink night
 Just another morning I wake up too left to think right
 The much better looking white Al Roker
 After gastric bypass brings the weather, it's over
 And I got more days than left on this earth invested
 Cause this piece of me needs...!
 I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
 Cause this piece of me feeds...!
 Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restless
 Cause this piece of me loves...!
 Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish
 Cause this piece of me is...!













