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Left It To Us (Explicit) - Cage/El-P/Aesop Rock/Tame One/Yak Ballz
I write left
Sh*t with my right
Spit on the mic twice
Sleep on beef
Wake up to hammers like Christ
We some intellectual animals
Destined to mandible giant
Like we running through New York City
In Mechanical lions
I walk on glass
Chuckle city out of a minor's lung
Grasshopper keep a civil tongue
With a passive fires plug
Shrug 'em off
Eye of tiger pan over the hideous
Watch the gorilla in 'em
Slither back through the lineage
I write left
Sh*t with my right brain
Make eyeballs pop like bike chains
Hit the right phase y'all
I got gatlings connected to my arms like batwings
Each complete revolution that avails is saddening
Weathermen is not a crew
Its a hot mind with guns up to it
The last cats audio tooin' it
Ruinin' your drumkit
Vandals of society
Harshin' the sheep in public
We speak in reality TV
And no writers touch it
If the brick city was Compton
I'd be O G Bobby Johnson
On the loose
Throwin' up deuce
At the first sign of a problem
Weathermen filth
Nasty as black and blue bread
Like milk with lumps
Bumped up for the last six months
The freakshow veteran
Bad to the skeleton
I heard he's in the Weathermen
Oh god its them again
A Weatherman can do no wrong
No uniform
Cut off three limbs
With a new arm
Then plant it in its palm
Blow some life in your rap lungs
For a second
As we take you from your
Normally programmed sh*t record
If you're into irony
I brought the four four in the place
While canvas sacks paint the auto war in your face
Hit that psycho stimuli
To get you high happy and whistlin'
And if I'm too bugged
The Feds are still listenin'
You're flawed in the particles
I'm the f**kin' genuine article
And you've been reppin' sh*t 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 hummingbirds circle
The same place I spoke
A rain of hollowed out dum-dum shells
Fell through the smoke
Hear the pain of followers
Runnin' through hellish shell tokes
And the award for
Scummiest ninja moment of the summer
Goes to Mr Slip-A-Mickey
To Christ at his own supper
Who's talent turned chemical imbalance
To vital cash crop
While moonlighting as your local
Eckerd pharmacy mascot
Boss hogs dogs
Sniffin' out victims for the quotas
Saw the rogues
But a slip on the system
Throw the WMs up
For bounty hunters
Paulie Jr mount the chrome bazookas
On the Orange County chopper
Two dollar boxcutter sharp with the game
Buck fifty your cheek you keep the change
Representative Tame Weathermen gang
As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse
This is Cage Aesop El Breeze Mu Tame and Yak
Packin' in early like winter
For the bread on the side like fish dinners
When a job is offered to dip spinach
The New Left Southpaw Outlaws note the California
Represent Benton put dents in your battle armor
