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[Verse 1]
Christ I lack passion or it may be relaxing
With substance abuse and disease looking for action
Flight is going down, I’m a passenger not the captain
A fraction of US marines, just went…
Souls hurting together, I’m one identity packing
Picked an ideology and was trapped in
Was sewn into the fabric of distraction

[Verse 1]
When I first wake I administer the usual morning walk through death
No sense in abusing your lungs with pepper I go straight for a high grade phencyclidine with all the extras
Then I like to open the walls in the house and since it's never mine I start immediately
I can destroy an entire upstairs six bedroom penthouse in under 15 minutes
And after this one I'll be up to a thousand
For a rush some jump from planes or fly them into builidngs
I blackmail the wives of broadcast guys

There I was unconscious on the floor
This place I never knew departing from me I’m sure
Awaiting the hand of god knowing I stand to fall
I stared into the pitch black to no hand at all

When your all alone and you think of home
Places you may have been and who you’ve known
This beauty they speak of I cannot see

[Verse 1]
There is no medication to cure me I'm mental patient
I'm sorry you had to see me this way but the frustration
Killing me in the morning more than the evening more in the morning
Cuz when I wake up it doesn't leave me
It's not a dream when I look in the mirror my enemy isn't staring at me
Though I'm stuck with his memory
I guess I should just say it and stop trying to tell you...

[1st verse]
You’re always dying inside that much closer to home
On a crowded street corner surrounded by people all alone
Pain in the heart, rain in the dark, the womb is glum and bitter
She walks around the corner, it’s like she brought the sun with her
Then everything just brightened up, I couldn’t make this up
My fingers in my eyes as she walked by like I was waking up
And so many words, I couldn’t string a sentence together to bother her

My intelligence is money
My skin is the streets of New York
My arms and legs are its fucked up bridges
The subways are the worms that come through my corpse
Liberty, my bitch, fucking everyone
They cut my two middle fingers down but my dick is still standing

I walked into Nasa, my pocket full of envelopes

Man talking:
And this story just in from the wires of the associated press
The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the
Increase

*He's losing his mind!*

Strapped to the bed

Annotate [Verse 1]
Feels like I’m walking the same road, you changed clothes
And cleaned yourself with each time you’re near, my head explodes
What lit the way was the light in my head
Now my batteries are dying, I’m almost dead
I try to take in what friends say but nothing helps
Why’s this monster trying to turn me into something else?
I sit around and wait, I guess we’ll find out

OK, you take your standard doobieAnnotate right and dip it in embalming fluid, cut it with god knows what and BAM!
Embalming (skips) fluid are you kidding me? I've smelled that shit it's like lethal...
Hey what was he on? Some weird shit I don't really know...
I heard that he smoked a joint dipped in embalming fluid...
Yeah I wouldn't know...
That wouldn't be embalming fluid that you stole from my house right?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer
And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar
I wake up on a red floor
Ax in a dead whore
My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?
Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, I'm out for me
Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony
Fell 30 flights to cars on 10th Av

Annotate [Verse 1]
She grabbed me by the hand and she started to dance, man
I said "Oh this is great now I look like a transplant"
She put my hands on her hips and started to squish me
I felt her ass it was exactly where it should be
My drink was in the air I'm not really sure what it was
Or why it was in the air I guess it was because
I was with you I'm just so depressed forget it, alright already I got it, you want to dance, I get it

Artist: Cage
Album: Agent Orange 12"
Song: Agent Orange
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

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

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

[Sample]
I'm feeling down, touch me

What kind of God is this?
Gave me the hottest bitch
Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit
Sloppy with a fork, so Chris gotta feed her
To numb to cum, sometimes she piss while I eat her

A secret of the darkest kind
A legion of 62 scientific minds
The black sun did command
Make a weapon that no man
Or army could withstand
Gerlock would lead them all
A burden that he bore
Succeed and win the war

You’re always dying inside that much
closer to home
On a crowded street corner surrounded by
people all alone
Pain in the heart, rain in the dark, the
womb is glum and bitter
She walks around the corner, it’s like
she brought the sun with her

way down south, in Hell...

Gave up smack don't smoke crack
PCP made me think so black
At the end of lines I threw up pills
Drink like this cuz I'm low on thrills
Ketamine ketaset
Big k hole and I bet it's wet

[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

I awoke from my sleep
Terror constricting me tight
Something quite wicked
Has come for my spirit tonight
There in the trees a woman was floating on air
Just like bloody crimson
Her billowing dress and her hair
She'll curse you with her evil eye

Cage]
Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day
Half gone, he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly, little feet kick
to send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick
when little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
would've beat her louder if it would've pushed the fetus out of her
Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken

It's only sprinkling, I tell her nothing is ruined
We playin' the license plate game I'm loving what she keeps doin'
To my inner thigh, rocking the diamond earrings I gave her
She's smiling, looking angelic
All her friends secretly hate her
beauty, she knows she got it
Got me where she wants me, all erotic
Next to her hand the K is burning a hole in my pocket

[Verse One]
A cold day in hell I feel good
At least I feel as good as real feels if real even feels good
I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked
And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick
Page from cage's brain, angels dust off the un-godly
Riding through my child-hood to hear my six-year old body
Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street

Shit is criminal I'm sick in what I write about
To make an overdose work you need the right amount
Taking yourself off the planet would probably help
But you can shift the focus from you to somebody else
Knowing I was deranged and had to pick a route
The kid didn't chicken out, left insides sticking out
Use a gun or a knife or grip a rope in anger
You into gore? you probably wouldn't want to be a strangler

Сжата в кулак воля мужчины 7 лет
Страх маскирован, участь семейных побед
Он не вставал на колени, боролся до конца
Рукоприкладство – вот и все воспитание отца

Ему всего – то 7, родителям видно, что меньше
Плохой пример, от противного, путь стал сложнейшим
Вера в мечту, сила духа его сберегла

Вся твоя популярность, брат мигом растает
Вместо миллиона только ноль в кармане
Интернет баталии это буря в стакане
Ты такой убогий посмотрев на тебя японец лупоглазым станет.

Кто ты, ты лишь просто ряженный
И для таких как ты дробовик заряжен мой
Годы, не щадили никого однако я пришел сюда

Хожу по краю, знаю, я доиграюсь
Золотая середина явно же не с краю
Но я играю, и по-другому не желаю
Жизнь немая, и я ее сейчас разболтаю

Я напираю и жизнь наверно уже в шоке
Что-то вроде я один против морской пехоты
Мне не охота сидеть на месте без конца

На пути к безумству, медленно падаем вниз
И если эта жизнь – кино. Ты лучше всех актрис.
Не замечая, суеты этой большого города
И наши чувства стали стоить теперь слишком дорого

Москва сияет вечером, и мы бежим с тобой
Путь событий вечен, подобно кольцевой
Пусть мое время проходит, часы укажут путь