Cage, Camu Tao - The Death Of Chris Palko lyrics
[Cage, Camu Tao - The Death Of Chris Palko lyrics]
It's been about a year since
My ears tried pop
For those that missed the show: oh my god!
That psychiatrist used to hold my cock
Put nails in my head
Ride me and smoke my pot
Sub Roc said: "Chris
Kep your hardcore gritty
Def Jukie t-shirt walking
Through cardboard city"
Positively pack plus pistols popsicles
Used to strut IV stands
Like canes in hospitals
I swung down on some grills with the handle
Screeched out of the parking lot
Then I flicked the camel
Read Cobain's journals by the
Fire in a flannel
Copped pills from TV but they
Don't switch the channel
The world is yours and you're
For flies to play in
When the seeds in your eyes can
Fly you'll see what I'm saying
Homeless stick their hands out for
Change and I pay 'em
Cause they live in a box and I
Got a bed to lay in (Back in the day, 1997)
The death of Chris Palko, he passed
We clapped well
Woke up during an autopsy in rap hell
Ran off dripping verses and patterns
From my cut shell
Hungry MC's lap up my blood trail
In this Atmosphere, I'm unbalanced
Slug on a seesaw spit through Bazooka Teeth
My tongue is the C4
Need more stitches to finish displayed mental
Chris went to the hospital
Came home Cage Kennylz
I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble
Stepped over the body for the
Wallet on the mantle
Sneaker tracks of blood traced
Back to my vandals
By the door I'll be on the
Couch with a box of ammo
The world is spinning
I'm spending my cash in it
Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it
Know a bunch of rappers that
Finish last in it
And they can't do shit about it
(You are shameless)
(Now let us build to the climax, shall we?)
Now it's me still hocking
Loogies in the movies
Nasty with groupies, get it moving
Follow me stupid to the back
Of tragedies moving through it
And we'll cause problems get it moshing
Popping with treatment
Get the cops to pop in from precincts
Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah
Who keep on flowing till the clothes
Are rolling right off your shoulders?
Who keep on going till the crowd
Gets open and girls take notice?
I know you notice who it is
- a wizard of perfect vocals
I think it's easy when the people fiendin'
It's perfect
Now it's your host with a load of soldiers
Stay fresh head to toe he's
A beast on the doses
If you come close you'll get fucked up
You know you're supposed to cause
Now it's your host with a load of soldiers
Stay fresh head to toe he's
A beast on the doses
If you come close you'll get fucked up
You know you're supposed to cause
My ears tried pop
For those that missed the show: oh my god!
That psychiatrist used to hold my cock
Put nails in my head
Ride me and smoke my pot
Sub Roc said: "Chris
Kep your hardcore gritty
Def Jukie t-shirt walking
Through cardboard city"
Positively pack plus pistols popsicles
Used to strut IV stands
Like canes in hospitals
I swung down on some grills with the handle
Screeched out of the parking lot
Then I flicked the camel
Read Cobain's journals by the
Fire in a flannel
Copped pills from TV but they
Don't switch the channel
The world is yours and you're
For flies to play in
When the seeds in your eyes can
Fly you'll see what I'm saying
Homeless stick their hands out for
Change and I pay 'em
Cause they live in a box and I
Got a bed to lay in (Back in the day, 1997)
The death of Chris Palko, he passed
We clapped well
Woke up during an autopsy in rap hell
Ran off dripping verses and patterns
From my cut shell
Hungry MC's lap up my blood trail
In this Atmosphere, I'm unbalanced
Slug on a seesaw spit through Bazooka Teeth
My tongue is the C4
Need more stitches to finish displayed mental
Chris went to the hospital
Came home Cage Kennylz
I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble
Stepped over the body for the
Wallet on the mantle
Sneaker tracks of blood traced
Back to my vandals
By the door I'll be on the
Couch with a box of ammo
The world is spinning
I'm spending my cash in it
Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it
Know a bunch of rappers that
Finish last in it
And they can't do shit about it
(You are shameless)
(Now let us build to the climax, shall we?)
Now it's me still hocking
Loogies in the movies
Nasty with groupies, get it moving
Follow me stupid to the back
Of tragedies moving through it
And we'll cause problems get it moshing
Popping with treatment
Get the cops to pop in from precincts
Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah
Who keep on flowing till the clothes
Are rolling right off your shoulders?
Who keep on going till the crowd
Gets open and girls take notice?
I know you notice who it is
- a wizard of perfect vocals
I think it's easy when the people fiendin'
It's perfect
Now it's your host with a load of soldiers
Stay fresh head to toe he's
A beast on the doses
If you come close you'll get fucked up
You know you're supposed to cause
Now it's your host with a load of soldiers
Stay fresh head to toe he's
A beast on the doses
If you come close you'll get fucked up
You know you're supposed to cause