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Sex is a sensation in every destination I come through like am spartan that's just my demonstration U wanna school U can't fool me close your eyes am in your vision Am thriller am chiller that's just my illustration Am lyrically psychically fit Hip Hop's final destination CaGeNation is still a nation Old soldiers never die Stay low go fast kill last One shot no luck All skill praise the lord Pass the ammo As honest as the truth As harsh as the truth As silent as the tomb As honest as the truth As harsh as the truth As silent as the tomb Amma smoke these suckers As honest as the truth As harsh as the truth As silent as the tomb As honest as the truth As harsh as the truth As silent as the tomb Amma smoke these suckers CageRage Did this shit for Yizzy OmicyizZy Got katana on my knees Slashing through my enemies Bodies without lungs to breathe Guts are flying over trees All this blood can fill a sea Wash my soul in this disease I just put those hearts to ease Nothing stops me, imma beast Know I come when yo breath freeze Cracked bones play lullabies Doesn't matter if they scream Nothing saves them in my dreams Chicks are shaking on my breeze Got that shit that always stinks Took a drive by and then pissed All the shit I have it fits Got my soul taken by priests Now I'm hanging out with freaks Throwing at the cops some bricks Motherfuckers start to gig Taking the stash out the bag Pull out the mac And then empty the mag Run through the crowd I see Barrels and crabs We'll let them dab Now what can I grab Well here I stand With a hidden jewel between my teeth Allows me to speak on beats and wreak Havoc in the streets Trading blow for blow With my ego Tryna save the people From monotonous hooks and beats By glutinous suits and freaks Feasting on the flavors of the week Never turn into the production line But you are what you eat Bon Appetit I will not bite my tongue when I preach Capiche What will it take Ops putting niggas to sleep at the wake Real superheroes aren't dressed in a cape We just roll up and invest in a stake Ain't no escape We can't relate Give us a beat and we'll triple your rate Give us the heat we'll leave niggas in lakes We don't do punks or the fakes Yeah we just shake the jakes rocking bathing ape and erase the tape that they had on our case I rap for niggas that supine and do time Cos the niggas that do time have got time To rewind and clock lines written to rock minds Don't talk about Glock nines Or block crimes I spit spoken lead Reside within your head Decide when ima spread From brains, veins to leg Oh U think we done Oh U think we done Motherfuckers Word to the wise when I'm in effect Watch us run the game, Better count your steps Niggas on the bench, Better count your reps Raid without a trace, better check what's left Word to haze when I blaze Separate the mind state from outer space Fools still on MySpace as we paper chase Twisted what's the progress We can't celebrate Plus there's Hella fakes feeding off the bread we make Snakes in the grass, don't know we levitate Word to the critics I got the ballistics Check the statistics Casualties in the triple digits This ain't cryptic or mystic It's nigga instinct Sadistic and twisted The way we flip this and twist it The beats per minute Down to the single digits