Cage - Underground Rap Star lyrics

Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
Don't go against the weathermen
You gonna get fucked up

And I ain't fucked up now bluffin' the basics
Let stuff in the Asics from
That kid huffin the matrix
I let my brain cells fight it
Out and throw the lighter out
You ain't even got hands to hold
The guns you write about
Ain't got a heater and why Cage
Need more than four fists?
I stay puttin it down and don't come off this
Complice not needed spray dolo
With more letter combinations in
My blood than K-Solo lSD, THC, PCP
The only three I need left is GED
You know you can't stand the manic
Even if you don't get the picture
The point of view's still panoramic
Chemical organic, leaf is clouding
Get your contact back in in
3 plus two thousand

This is Federal hate the dead
Are awake the medical's great
This is the life of a underground rapstar
Get lots of brain but the birds
Are vain and peck at anything
This is the life of a underground rapstar
You spit it you bit it and
Then you got your car kitted, you get it?
This is the life of a underground rapstar
Travel on somebody else's dime and can
Still pull out the nine
This is the life of a underground rapstar

This is my brain on drugs these
Are the drugs on my brain
I stab the shit out of Clyde
Just like I bludgeoned his dame
After I fucked her insane
Sex pistol got a chest to spray
The fuck you think? My
Identity was born yesterday?
Been the prince elite since the Purple
Rain was in the street
I parted the projects for that
Sea of sulphur you seek
And the beam on my gun matched
The drink in my glass
That's Incredible Hulk
Licked on her incredible ass liquid, kids
Snake Plissken driftin' and tear off
Escape from New York and come back
When the 'shish wear off
Personality pair off til my skin frays
Been off for ten days feel
Like two still light blue
The black Ferrari bed
Ain't forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head
Vintage electronic, Atari wet
Labels try to hype you up
Like you goin' fight Royce
Like Def Jam fucked around and
Signed the wrong white boy

This is Federal hate the dead
Are awake the medical's great
This is the life of a underground rapstar
Get lots of brain but the birds
Are vain and peck at anything
This is the life of a underground rapstar
You spit it you bit it and
Then you got your car kitted, you get it?
This is the life of a underground rapstar
Travel on somebody else's dime and can
Still pull out the nine
This is the life of a underground rapstar
This is the life of a underground rapstar
This is the life of a underground rapstar
This is the life of a underground rapstar
This is the life of a underground rapstar