(Down) The Left Hand Path Cage

I was mislead, but once I found the way
I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
Just like all you bitches and Weathermen fluffers
And I get my shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees , paying Timberlands homage
In this day and age if your deck ain't playing Cage
You're probably disgruntled your Mrs. funneled mayonnaise
Or I ain't get the right pub
My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
Seconds before their skull and wig savor the moment
Light up a J, cast silence over bobbing heads
Stuck underground, shit I might as well rob the dead

[Hook]
Give this to the DJ then trash the clubs
Lick the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ask for love
Then you come back to the crib wearing a mask and gloves
Then you go back to the club stinking of ass and blood
Yoke some kid up, dig his pockets and snatch the drugs