The Red Light

{*sample played in background throughout song*
 "My world, is blue"
 [talking]
 [Cage] The fuckin Trump.
 [Mr.E] Yeah cut it up, cut it up
 [Cage] This ain't no, this ain't no bright lights and big city
 [Mr.E] It's dark alleys, red lights and no pity
 [Mr. Eon]
 I got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin bongs
 Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
 Independent like Ralph Nader
 When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgators
 [Cage]
 I used to cut up my arms
 Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns
 Fuck fawn, I get embalmed on the john
 Then step onstage for encore
 Stab the promoter with the pen from his Palm 4
 [Mr. Eon]
 East demenic, head dented, so devious
 The most mischievous, check out the sleaziest
 Deep in the dead of night, Peddlers getcha head right
 This here be a soundtrack for the Red Light
 [Cage]
 Lick the side of my mouth out, see the words, gouged out
 Letterin, hangin from the jaws, down stout
 A verse in blood, that only hybrids see
 And the non-creatives test my words fro HIV
 [Hook: Both] - 2X
 This here ain't no bright lights and big city
 It's dark allies, red lights with no pity
 For all-a y'all raw dawgs that get gritty
 Stack ones, carry guns, and live shitty
 [Cage]
 You get the tip while I piss on the barcheck
 Give a bitch some head that I pulled out of a carwreck
 Am I angelic or just slightly off track
 My bones shift when my ripped off wings flap
 [Mr. Eon]
 Now it's a damn shame
 Don't even fuck with that bull that got Time Corp
 Coursin through his veins
 Eon's called fierce, cuz he's all weird
 Leave the fuckin record all cut up like Paul Pierce
 [Cage]
 My pain pour, quicker than Paul
 Painful bulletholes that contain splinters from the front door
 You seen how I did ya dawgs
 Sent 'em home, souls collected, impaled on telephone poles
 [Mr. Eon]
 They all be catchin eights when I be slashin fakes
 Makin fun of me? I'm still pullin out on classmates
 With laser-guided missles that don't miss
 Oh bitch, you don't wanna test when I hold this
 [Hook: Both] - 2X
 [Mr. Eon]
 When the Earth is cast, it's fuckin gun ashes
 With different aspects of microphone spastics
 Froze elastic, ass kissed the tragics
 Swimmin through ya petty bullshittin life jackets
 [Cage]
 For the most glamorous eat this shit raw
 E.C. put Cage down like a sick dog
 Now kids fiend for my solo LP
 Like crack addicted Co-Flow fans, you just flee
 [Mr. Eon]
 Slayin drones, beat 'em up with sticks and stones
 Stick with man-to-man, don't fuck around with zones
 If I'm home or on neutral turf, when I blurt
 You will hurt, this mics spurts when I smell dirt
 [Cage]
 I got a bullet with a name on it, dick got a blade on it
 Lung got a stain on it, bottom-feeder get AIDS on it
 I drop shit for the crowds to figure out
 You touch the mic the crowd'll breath and pour they liquor out
 [Hook: Both] - 2X
 [Mr. Eon talking]
 The Starbuck, The Word King
 Alchemist, Smut Peddlers, ah-ha
 My world. is blue, Eastern Conference...