Cage, Yak Ballz, Tame One, El-P, Aesop Rock - Left it to Us lyrics

I write left shit with my right
Spit on the mic twice
Sleep on beef wake up to hammers like christ
We some intellectual animals
Destined a man-able giant
Like we runnin through New York
City in mechanical lions

Yo I walk on glass chuckle sooty
Out of a miners lung
Grasshopper keep a civil tongue
Where the pacifiers plugged
Shrug em off, Eye of Tiger
Pan 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
Dawg, I got gatlings connected to
My arms like bat wings
So each complete revolution of
The barrels is saddening

Weathermen is not a crew
It's a hive mind with guns up to it
The last cats Audio Two-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 bread
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
A rain of hollowed out dum dum
Shells 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 Hogg's 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 tame
Weatherman gang - stop
As the planet and the stars
And the moons collapse
It's just Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze, Mu, Tame
And Yak
Packin' out early like winter, for the bread
On the side like fish dinner 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