Public Property Cage

[Verse 1: Cage]
The employee of the year
Yeah, I'm back to work
Let that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirts
You threw a whack title on that Weathermen song
Which was another remix where you synced my shit up all wrong
Seemed a bit malicious like you tried to fuck up the mission
But upon departure of y'all I checked nothing just carried on my vision
Wrote 'till my fingers bled, got no respect or love
So now y'all can pay me back by writing out my check in blood
But pay me no mind if my records are wreckless
This time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kids
You saw the bottle splash next see the tech sprayer
Woke in the studio chained to the board with a mini cassette player
The H in mother nature's arm through intravenous
Shook some seasons but Weathermen still who the team is
Wanna see Weathertron assemble like republicans
But when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of it

[Hook: Cage]
And I got more days than left on this earth invested
Cause this piece of me needs...!
I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
Cause this piece of me feeds...!
Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restless
Cause this piece of me loves...!
Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish
Cause this piece of me is...!