Cage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Agent Orange

(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")

 

 *whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops 

 Give out automatics to your friends on the block"*

 

 There was me, Alex.. and three of my mens

 All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar

 The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor license

 so it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc

 It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence

 which plagued our minds for the evening

 And so kiddies... death for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT!!

 

 [Verse One: Cage]

 I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"

 After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt

 Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed

 Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third

 I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science

 Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants

 Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded

 Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"

 Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0

 Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau

 Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead

 I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head

 And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain

 Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections

 Break you with inventions, sick intentions

 Leave most MC's lost in my sentence

 I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me

 Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickie

 Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie

 Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie

 Come and witness what your shit missed

 Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist

 Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus

 with no shuttle, treeless

 Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception

 Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction

 I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous

 Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this

 Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters

 I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back

 I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it

 Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit

 

 [Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*]

 People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)

 Infected by, infected by, infected by devils

 People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)

 

 [Verse Two: Cage]

 I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin

 til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in

 Instincts, snatch your cream like links

 Blow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. eyes chink

 See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics

 Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards

 Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous

 I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush

 Ready to bust any trick that talk slick

 Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..

 with, Death in my pocket for the curious

 At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this,

 Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant

 Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant

 Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life

 Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives

 For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya

 Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya

 Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top

 Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock

 I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution

 Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution

 Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution

 Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution

 And I can almost see clear

 I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear

 Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part

 Call murder scenes abstract art

 Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red

 Boots get planted in chest there for the misled

 Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork

 Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt

 

 [Chorus]

 

 (Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")

 

 Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsed

 Me being still ready for more in-out in-out

 Necro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the locals

 We came to a place called home

 and did a little of the old, break and enter

 I could feel the Drencrom, leading me on to a horrow show

 trying to walk; me being up twice..