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Cage - Holdin a Jar 2 (Rage & Nonsense Mix)
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Cage track with an open verse...me and my boy each dropped a quick verse... check it out
boston east minds vengeful mindz
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vengeful minds, hektik, judge d, oblivious, desolate, hush, 2face, pilze, ice-pic, aztech
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #3,921
Peak in subgenre #2,014
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vengeful minds
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June 21, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:55
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(Cage) My intelligence is money My skin is the streets of New York My arms and legs are its fucked up bridges The subways are the worms that come through my corpse Liberty, my bitch, fucking everyone They cut my two middle fingers down but my dick is still standing I walked into Nasa, my pocket full of envelopes And this chick swinging from my dick is into dope Like hi-jackin with no planes, it's harmless Way to shermed out to kick your fucking skull into your armpits All found a dime, what's the worst that could happen Cage got a knick for 8 millimeter action No family man, even my daughter earning chasing after me with a fucking handy cam Flippin while I'm holdin a jar, tell me if I'm going too far Turn around I left some coke in the bar Can't waste the range premise on this FBI-secretary with tits unless she's a menace See the liquid kids and streams of five on her This is the minds blotter, paper-savior dipped in high blotter And I'm more patriotic with the narcotic wrapped in the little flag in the back ???? I ain't tryna train the sane, I'm playing the game Like numbers scratched off a gun, they change your name Chase the past and get the violence to spread Got my arms in the dirt tryna silence the dead Even when you win you lose in the end So I take acid out of my back and use it again Excuse me brother, why tap your spinal cord? while open-mic emcees waste vinyl cords ??? for skin, your flesh is born from it Empty the clip in your Toyota GS400 If you're too old to hustle, put the gun down, uncle That's a nice vest with your head hangin from its last muscle Go cop the album, keep me alive And my functioning creative compartment will be downsized Beyond demise, it's high maintenence Looking for drugs with my hands crawling with agents Biological, with the hands on my nostril Can't get a vaccine with half the city in a hospital All these doom-leaders, and their spoon-feeders Can take the young, and let them lose leaders I ain't tryna train the sane, I'm playing the game Like numbers scratched off a gun - they change your name Chase the past and get the violence to spread Got my arms in the dirt tryna silence the dead (Rage) But they still speakin,covered in blood and still leakin Smugglers run im still leadin the pack and leavin a pack Of explosives to bomb you,bombard you for holdin a jar too Swallow this bottle and get thrown off your bar stool There's no turnin back if you hurt your back with Burnin patches dipped in lysergic acid I'll put my head in a sink filled with fifty energy drinks Untill im a redbull with wings,i been on the brink Of insanity,not ready to sink with humanity Im thinkin mechanically,who's grenades to blame For the flames made today,i stay away from faggots Make a name for action like playin lazer games on acid I maintain my brain by containin hate and cagin rage like these rappaz When i raise a blade it ain't made to shave like razor blades I gotta put tha katana on ya and Drownd ya till they found ya unda wata longa Then aqua man,you ain't got a fan willin to die for you You ain't got a man willin to kill in the blink of an eye for you (Nonsense) i'm feelin like rippin out tip of my spine to use it as a microphone kid its drippin like i spiked a punch bowl and over flowed it dont know which way im goin thought corrotin Alotta pots been pokin smokin toxins soaked in the awful potion awsome potent open mind enclosed in held together by a clothes pin i fold sin by far by hodin a jar i start floatin like stars devotion is are's so im aproachin ya car provokin you punks chokin you chumps like holdin in skunks much doper then junk ropin fucks who rope up to get fucked like dope sluts who chose the road of no luck but so what
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