(Down) The Left Hand Path

I was mislead, but once I found the way
 I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
 How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
 Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
 Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
 Just like all you bitches and Weathermenfluffers
 And I get my shoes polished
 By the best open mic emcees, paying Timberlands homage
 In this day and age if your deck ain't playing Cage
 You're probably disgruntled you miss his funneled mayonnaise
 Or I ain't get the right pub
 My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
 My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
 Seconds before their skull and wig savor the moment
 Light up a J, cast silence over bobbing heads
 Stuck underground, shit I might as well rob the dead
 Give this to the DJ then trash the clubs
 Lick the cover of my CD then see what acid does
 Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
 If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
 And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ask for love
 Then you come back to the crib wearing a mask and gloves
 Then you go back to the club stinking of ass and blood
 Yoke some kid up, dig his pockets and snatch the drugs
 I took a backwards education
 Studied some shit with broken navigation
 All this anti-Cage demonstratin'
 I don't pray to Satan
 I pray on agents makin'
 Shapeable minds
 Capable of firing traceable 9's
 But not at any pigs that make their snout's seen
 I don't know what I wrote til' I spit and my mouth bleeds
 Look, more patterns to market
 Not even aimin' I'm staining the walls of Target with shoppers that look at me awkward
 Granted I got a cannon and my freakin' mouth's leakin'
 Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keeping
 If you sleeping you're getting woke the fuck up
 Like you're parents while you bump this and smoke the fuck up
 With so much drama in the NYC
 I carry 9 millimeter in the back of taxi
 While I thought music prevented GOV servants
 In the cycle of brain wash entertainment's the detergent
 Give this to the DJ then trash the clubs
 Lick the cover of my CD then see what acid does
 Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
 If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
 And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ask for love
 Then you come back to the crib wearing a mask and gloves
 Then you go back to the club stinking of ass and blood
 Yoke some kid up, dig his pockets and snatch the drugs
 If my thought patterns
 Brought palans, to Walt Adams
 And spit violence and death, then kids start gatherin'
 Bloody ear canal
 Hold it down with a towel
 Cause by the time the verse hatch your stomach's hangin' out
 We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
 Buy six drinks a night then wake up and wear 'em as house slippers
 I'm just fuckin' with you bitch, don't get offended
 This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy ending
 Go ask your block
 School body and bastard pops
 How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
 Music television repellent for kids with extreme views
 Start torchin' labs to light your team's fuse
 Forgotten, plottin', rotten student, been truant
 I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
 Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
 A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife
 Give this to the DJ then trash the clubs
 Lick the cover of my CD then see what acid does
 Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
 If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
 And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ask for love
 Then you come back to the crib wearing a mask and gloves
 Then you go back to the club stinking of ass and blood
 Yoke some kid up, dig his pockets and snatch the drugs