Unlike Tower 1

By Cage

On Movies For The Blind

Released on August 6, 2002

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(Yo this thing's gonna be platinum, yo i'll do the whole video

Cage you going to doing some Vitamin B off some crackhead bitch, I'm gonna cop off my dick aye, in front 300 fucking cops.. Hey RA)


[Cage]

You wanna shoot a video? bring a pistol to Blockbuster

Wanna step to Weathermen cause you all cocksuckers!

Want a soldier story? What's gold and gory?

Pullin' jewelry off some dead bitch in the crematory

Put twelve little faggots in the fuckin' dirt then claw, out your little girl's jaw and ask her, who's Bizarre?

I'm so underground I should seek production in China

Cut a dime in half I got 2 nicks and one vagina

Find a therapist that I can eat out soon

Cause I'm so homesick I miss mom's Fallopian tubes

My vision is still frame animation

Put a gun to a square - make him slice a mason

Pissin' adjacent got a dog for a agent

Studied virtue in the basement

While my doctor tried to keep his patience

Paint a portrait four minutes no rush while fools flock in a circle to dissect the brush

Chorus x2:

Half step - can't walk

Drunk slut - pants off

Fake jack - can't talk

This mic - hands off

New jacks - get taught

Weak shit - get caught

Your crew - shits off

Whack bitch - dick soft


[Copywrite]

Dr. strange will sop your range with a stinking bucket of piss

And cock block your brain if you think you're fucking with this

By Christ I've been summoned to spit

Son of a bitch up in your crib

Fucking your bitch with one of my fists

Pants saggin low hands smackin ho's

Get down with the Klan just to slit the grand dragon's throat

The way I see it everything on this damn earth is free

Murder beats and turn MC's to hamburger meat

First comin' of Copywrite - thief of the mic

Creep like a thief in the night

Sneak in your crib leave with your wife

Repent for your recordings

When the engineer said your vocals were too hot

He meant they were distorted

Explain how your venom harms your prey

And you're hard to slay

When your dj's dressin' up in women's lingerie

For eons I infect y'all with agent orange

If you don't know the words to these verses

Don't even say the chorus...

Chorus x2:

Half step - can't walk

Drunk slut - pants off

Fake jack - can't talk

This mic - hands off

New jacks - get taught

Weak shit - get caught

Your crew - shits off

Whack bitch - dick soft


[Mr Eon]

I stay unbreakable like David Dunn

The Philly native son

You Mr. Glass on mics, the jaded one

Check out this ill crew's onslaught

Your career is a Hot 97 afterthought

It's not my fault the asphalt and the past fought

Now who's that kid from Space Mountain?

Lookin like an accountant highly touted

Off and on again

Really hip-hop needs to take five like Donovan

I end my coke nights with bong hits and Klonopin

Send me the fuck back to Hahnemann please

Boy release e steez from the hospital for joint disease

See them weasels on Davinci's easel

With the Mona Lisa oil paintings

Shavings and scrapings collide with championship trophy engravings

Clouds rock from foul crowds to out of bounds

Y'all couldn't see my ass if I was in hospital gowns

Chorus x2:

Half step - can't walk

Drunk slut - pants off

Fake jack - can't talk

This mic - hands off

New jacks - get taught

Weak shit - get caught

Your crew - shits off

Wack bitch - dick soft