Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left It To Us, artist - Cage. Date of issue: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Left It To Us |
| Hot bukakke session… I mean seriously… |
| How many fucking times do we have to go through this shit? |
| I write left shit with my right spit on the mic twice |
| Sleep on beef wake up to hammers like christ |
| We summon electro animals destined a mandible |
| Giant like we runnin through New York City in mechanical lions |
| Yo I walk on glass chuckle city out of a miners lung |
| Grasshopper keep a civil tongue where the passifiers plugged |
| Shrug em off eye of tiger pen over the hideous |
| Watch the gorilla in em slither back through the lineage |
| I write left shit with my right brain |
| Made eyeballs pop like bike chains in the right phase |
| Dog, I got cat links connected to my arms like bat wings |
| So each complete revolution of the bells is saddening |
| Weathermen is not a crew it’s a hot mind with guns up to it |
| The last cats audio to-in it ruinin' your drumkit |
| Vandals of society arsonist sheep in public |
| We speak in reality tv and there are no writers touchin it |
| And if the brick city was Compton I’d be OG Bobby Johnson on the loose |
| Throwin up deuce at the first sign of a problem |
| Weathermen filth nastiest black and blue braid and light base milk with lumps |
| Bulked up for the last six months |
| Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton |
| I heard he’s in the weatherman-oh god it’s them again |
| A weatherman can do no wrong no uniform |
| Cut off three limbs with a new arm dead planet in it’s palm |
| Flow some life in your rap one cross second |
| Let me take you from your normally programmed shit record |
| If you’re into irony I brought the four four in the place |
| While canvas nights paint the art of war in your face |
| Hit that psycho stimuli that gets you hot happy and whistlin' |
| And if I’m too bugged the feds are still listenin' |
| You’re flawed in the particles I’m a fuckin genuine article and you been |
| reppin' shit marginal |
| Partially I’m responsible I’m harsh to the bono and I’ll acid wash your phono |
| I swagger the injury shield cloak |
| A flock of humming birds circle the same place I spoke |
| Arena hollowed out drunk bombshells fell through the smoke |
| Heal the pain of followers runnin through hell in shell toes |
| And the award for scummiest ninja moment of the summer |
| Goes to mister slip a mickey to christ at his own supper |
| Who’s talent turned chemical imbalance to vital cash crop |
| While moonlighting as your local Eckhart Pharmacy mascot |
| Boss Hogs dogs sniffin' out victims for the quota sorta rogue put a slip on the |
| system throw the… |
| WM’s up for bounty hunters Paulie Junior mount the chrome bazookas on the |
| Orange County Choppers |
| Two dollar box cutters sharp with the game bustin through your cheek |
| You keep the change representative tang weatherman gang — stop |
| As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse |
| It’s this Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze Brew, Tame and Yak |
| Pack it out early like winter for the brain |
| I’m a stop like fish dinners with a jar of bizarre for the dip spinach |
| The new left southpaws outlaws north to california |
| Represent bent and put dents in your battle armor |