Escape to 88 Cage

[Scratches]
Who is this? Cage?
With a little message
The illest four letter word observe while I serve!
That's no question
Who is this? Cage?
Clips missin' from the gun
Cage Kennylz, back to the stage
Cause gun to forehead don't make em feel preachy

[Verse 1]
Welcome to a piece of brain tissue
My brain's lungs filled with octane like liquid that came from
Some silly set of tits sellin illy
Really? By the jar? Pump the car full of grey jelly
Called her Rhonda, after I shit on the dash
Cause I can't stand hooked up Hondas
The three maneuver so swiftly in and out of looters
Through checkpoints with juice in stashed coolers
2002, my album's played through
ID on the window like it's fucking Beirut
Too bad no planes flew into MTV
I'll never get a platinum plaque for MP3s
Being blackballed by a white MC - Pause
I guess that faggot found the right MD
And I'm twisted but not like faggots that suck fame
This clown's insane I'm sicker with metal than Mudvayne
I train my following like a bitch modelin
H is like a God and it won't stop hollerin
Fuck needing a TV to be a rockstar
Punch a hole through Mark Wahlbergs chest and dent a cop car
Put my brain in it, I wouldn't last a minute
Scribble some shit in 30, I'm loved like gimmicks
Sluts, cynics, ducks with dipped spinach
Fuckin you up in the front row's good for image