Sex is a sensation in every destination
I come through like am spartan that's just my demonstration
U wanna school U can't fool me close your eyes am in your vision
Am thriller am chiller that's just my illustration
Am lyrically psychically fit Hip Hop's final destination
CaGeNation is still a nation
Old soldiers never die
Stay low go fast kill last
One shot no luck
All skill praise the lord
Pass the ammo
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
CageRage
Did this shit for Yizzy
OmicyizZy
Got katana on my knees
Slashing through my enemies
Bodies without lungs to breathe
Guts are flying over trees
All this blood can fill a sea
Wash my soul in this disease
I just put those hearts to ease
Nothing stops me, imma beast
Know I come when yo breath freeze
Cracked bones play lullabies
Doesn't matter if they scream
Nothing saves them in my dreams
Chicks are shaking on my breeze
Got that shit that always stinks
Took a drive by and then pissed
All the shit I have it fits
Got my soul taken by priests
Now I'm hanging out with freaks
Throwing at the cops some bricks
Motherf*ckers start to gig
Taking the stash out the bag
Pull out the mac
And then empty the mag
Run through the crowd
I see Barrels and crabs
We'll let them dab
Now what can I grab
Well here I stand
With a hidden jewel between my teeth
Allows me to speak on beats and wreak
Havoc in the streets
Trading blow for blow
With my ego
Tryna save the people
From monotonous hooks and beats
By glutinous suits and freaks
Feasting on the flavors of the week
Never turn into the production line
But you are what you eat
Bon Appetit
I will not bite my tongue when I preach
Capiche
What will it take
Ops putting niggas to sleep at the wake
Real superheroes aren't dressed in a cape
We just roll up and invest in a stake
Ain't no escape
We can't relate
Give us a beat and we'll triple your rate
Give us the heat we'll leave niggas in lakes
We don't do punks or the fakes
Yeah we just shake the jakes rocking bathing ape and erase the tape that they had on our case
I rap for niggas that supine and do time
Cos the niggas that do time have got time
To rewind and clock lines written to rock minds
Don't talk about Glock nines
Or block crimes
I spit spoken lead
Reside within your head
Decide when ima spread
From brains, veins to leg
Oh U think we done
Oh U think we done
Motherf*ckers
Word to the wise when I'm in effect
Watch us run the game, Better count your steps
Niggas on the bench, Better count your reps
Raid without a trace, better check what's left
Word to haze when I blaze
Separate the mind state from outer space
Fools still on MySpace as we paper chase
Twisted what's the progress
We can't celebrate
Plus there's Hella fakes feeding off the bread we make
Snakes in the grass, don't know we levitate
Word to the critics
I got the ballistics
Check the statistics
Casualties in the triple digits
This ain't cryptic or mystic
It's nigga instinct
Sadistic and twisted
The way we flip this and twist it
The beats per minute
Down to the single digits
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Cagenation - Grim3 Lyrics
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Sex is a sensation in every destination
I come through like am spartan that's just my demonstration
U wanna school U can't fool me close your eyes am in your vision
Am thriller am chiller that's just my illustration
Am lyrically psychically fit Hip Hop's final destination
CaGeNation is still a nation
Old soldiers never die
Stay low go fast kill last
One shot no luck
All skill praise the lord
Pass the ammo
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
CageRage
Did this shit for Yizzy
OmicyizZy
Got katana on my knees
Slashing through my enemies
Bodies without lungs to breathe
Guts are flying over trees
All this blood can fill a sea
Wash my soul in this disease
I just put those hearts to ease
Nothing stops me, imma beast
Know I come when yo breath freeze
Cracked bones play lullabies
Doesn't matter if they scream
Nothing saves them in my dreams
Chicks are shaking on my breeze
Got that shit that always stinks
Took a drive by and then pissed
All the shit I have it fits
Got my soul taken by priests
Now I'm hanging out with freaks
Throwing at the cops some bricks
Motherf*ckers start to gig
Taking the stash out the bag
Pull out the mac
And then empty the mag
Run through the crowd
I see Barrels and crabs
We'll let them dab
Now what can I grab
Well here I stand
With a hidden jewel between my teeth
Allows me to speak on beats and wreak
Havoc in the streets
Trading blow for blow
With my ego
Tryna save the people
From monotonous hooks and beats
By glutinous suits and freaks
Feasting on the flavors of the week
Never turn into the production line
But you are what you eat
Bon Appetit
I will not bite my tongue when I preach
Capiche
What will it take
Ops putting niggas to sleep at the wake
Real superheroes aren't dressed in a cape
We just roll up and invest in a stake
Ain't no escape
We can't relate
Give us a beat and we'll triple your rate
Give us the heat we'll leave niggas in lakes
We don't do punks or the fakes
Yeah we just shake the jakes rocking bathing ape and erase the tape that they had on our case
I rap for niggas that supine and do time
Cos the niggas that do time have got time
To rewind and clock lines written to rock minds
Don't talk about Glock nines
Or block crimes
I spit spoken lead
Reside within your head
Decide when ima spread
From brains, veins to leg
Oh U think we done
Oh U think we done
Motherf*ckers
Word to the wise when I'm in effect
Watch us run the game, Better count your steps
Niggas on the bench, Better count your reps
Raid without a trace, better check what's left
Word to haze when I blaze
Separate the mind state from outer space
Fools still on MySpace as we paper chase
Twisted what's the progress
We can't celebrate
Plus there's Hella fakes feeding off the bread we make
Snakes in the grass, don't know we levitate
Word to the critics
I got the ballistics
Check the statistics
Casualties in the triple digits
This ain't cryptic or mystic
It's nigga instinct
Sadistic and twisted
The way we flip this and twist it
The beats per minute
Down to the single digits
I come through like am spartan that's just my demonstration
U wanna school U can't fool me close your eyes am in your vision
Am thriller am chiller that's just my illustration
Am lyrically psychically fit Hip Hop's final destination
CaGeNation is still a nation
Old soldiers never die
Stay low go fast kill last
One shot no luck
All skill praise the lord
Pass the ammo
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
As honest as the truth
As harsh as the truth
As silent as the tomb
Amma smoke these suckers
CageRage
Did this shit for Yizzy
OmicyizZy
Got katana on my knees
Slashing through my enemies
Bodies without lungs to breathe
Guts are flying over trees
All this blood can fill a sea
Wash my soul in this disease
I just put those hearts to ease
Nothing stops me, imma beast
Know I come when yo breath freeze
Cracked bones play lullabies
Doesn't matter if they scream
Nothing saves them in my dreams
Chicks are shaking on my breeze
Got that shit that always stinks
Took a drive by and then pissed
All the shit I have it fits
Got my soul taken by priests
Now I'm hanging out with freaks
Throwing at the cops some bricks
Motherf*ckers start to gig
Taking the stash out the bag
Pull out the mac
And then empty the mag
Run through the crowd
I see Barrels and crabs
We'll let them dab
Now what can I grab
Well here I stand
With a hidden jewel between my teeth
Allows me to speak on beats and wreak
Havoc in the streets
Trading blow for blow
With my ego
Tryna save the people
From monotonous hooks and beats
By glutinous suits and freaks
Feasting on the flavors of the week
Never turn into the production line
But you are what you eat
Bon Appetit
I will not bite my tongue when I preach
Capiche
What will it take
Ops putting niggas to sleep at the wake
Real superheroes aren't dressed in a cape
We just roll up and invest in a stake
Ain't no escape
We can't relate
Give us a beat and we'll triple your rate
Give us the heat we'll leave niggas in lakes
We don't do punks or the fakes
Yeah we just shake the jakes rocking bathing ape and erase the tape that they had on our case
I rap for niggas that supine and do time
Cos the niggas that do time have got time
To rewind and clock lines written to rock minds
Don't talk about Glock nines
Or block crimes
I spit spoken lead
Reside within your head
Decide when ima spread
From brains, veins to leg
Oh U think we done
Oh U think we done
Motherf*ckers
Word to the wise when I'm in effect
Watch us run the game, Better count your steps
Niggas on the bench, Better count your reps
Raid without a trace, better check what's left
Word to haze when I blaze
Separate the mind state from outer space
Fools still on MySpace as we paper chase
Twisted what's the progress
We can't celebrate
Plus there's Hella fakes feeding off the bread we make
Snakes in the grass, don't know we levitate
Word to the critics
I got the ballistics
Check the statistics
Casualties in the triple digits
This ain't cryptic or mystic
It's nigga instinct
Sadistic and twisted
The way we flip this and twist it
The beats per minute
Down to the single digits
Writer: Alexandru Badea, Matthew Hodge, Michael Oyar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid