letra de middletown, ny (remix) - cage
[verse 1]
straight outta orange county
give a f-ck how chain stores found me
this is choice, just so b-tches and kids flock around me!
f-ck discussion, on the brink of bustin’
disgusting, in the front of the club!
with bullets lookin’ for suction
i count dough like enemies, even out the hood!
see cage with two uzis, my paper must be good!
sucked the nuts through the head of my d-ck
walk slanted, then got two new mayonnaise jars implanted
haters scapegoats with no plugs, could be legendary
but, stay too broke, and a client cemetery
newburgh!, shut it down
middletown!, run it now
pk!, they comin’ out
kingston!, queens running mouth!
ain’t sh-t in sullivan but gambling and a.i.d.s
only monticello dogs runnin’ sh-t is at the raceway
your face spray out, two of these for the nine
before there’s h-lls winter there’s movies for the blind
[hook]
middletown, new york, where i learned to walk and talk
all the biggest w-llys been k!lled or caught
you f-ckin’ with music you get no support
even local athletes think hand to hands a sport!
i was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
watch the same hand that shake mine peel off the sticker
the brand new album got hate more alive
cause i sh-t on every mc in the 845
[verse 2]
must have been drugged in my sleep, by agents sent to edit
woke up underground with machines they can’t rep it
with a pcp method i smoke the dead’s misery
then rob the corpses to add insult to injury
my hand in the same evil that mark middie
never seen so many f-ckin’ sons in a dark city
i bark witty
pity no soundtrack to bust cops
so i push the envelope like 90’s dust spots
street clean up, put you best team up
y’all crack dealers trying to rock with no re-up
in a sedan, or coup, or truck, it’s buck a trooper
state or local like it’s yesterday, f-ck the future
christ like anarchist, games evolve
get it? you want a clip but i came revolved
clips involved? i see ’em out then quick
this ain’t f-g music, but y’all suck my albums d-ck!
[hook]
middletown, new york, where i learned to walk and talk
all the biggest w-llys been k!lled or caught
you f-ckin’ with music you get no support
even local athletes think hand to hands a sport!
i was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
watch the same hand that shake mine peel off the sticker
the brand new album got hate more alive
cause i sh-t on every mc in the 845
[outro]
i’m sayin’ man, 62 counties man, only 8 is being repped!
nyc got five, li got 2.. westchester county
that’s 54 counties i’m holdin’ down by myself
‘n’ i ain’t sh-ttin’ on y’all i got love for y’all
if i dare y’all to come out, i dare y’all to make records
i got my money on misery!
off the banks!
camu tao..
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