Too Much Lyrics

Cage


publisher: ©PIGFACTORY USA LLC
writers: Pablo Moses
album: Track 18 in album Movies for the Blind
release date: 2002-8-6
popularity : 25 users have visited this page.
length: 4:06
producer: Ghetto Professionals

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Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
Like when I put my foot down that ***** still aborted it
Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
'Uh, sir you can't leave with that,' ***** this my ****ing son!
Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
With 151 drum bottles, I don't drink, they gettin' flung
With lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minute
Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick
Even if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynics
Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
You too can be a mock-celeb or the last there is
Or be ghost like money that played Casper in kids
I put a sick twist every other frame design so
You see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em
Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em

[Chorus]
Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through my **** with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
Don't stand off, bullet holes show too much

They see weed on dust with an ounce a pound
Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down
My impant I scarred, I'm anti-star
Though I shine like one buried underground with y'all
And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned, should
I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood
My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
Dragged this big fat ***** in to see Shallow Hal
I drink Jack puff black in Orange County
Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's Audi
Knew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick open ha'
Then I changed my name to Cage like Nick Coppola
All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together
After I put down the pepper I switch the weather
Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken
For a Rabbi appearance 'cause they kneelin' to Satan

[Chorus]

Then, I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame
Rogue pistol runnin' through New York like Max Payne
Out shootin' celebs, I'm rootin' for feds
In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads
I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then
I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image
It's been a dead Cage since I've strapped to beds
And shot up with needles and five since I put gas to heads
You was ***** in high school no rep no threat
Riding my jacket like I'm a hand off the fans at coat check
Haters want to put they *****es up no stress
Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk
I scribble **** on paper, pay rent, look at nature
See a menage before lunch, them *****es are ravers
Drive blazers, still inside my North Face
Drippin' formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer

[Chorus]

Track Listing

  • 1 Morning Dips
  • 2 Escape to 88
  • 3 Down the Left Hand Path
  • 4 Teenage Death
  • 5 Too Much
  • 6 In Stoney Lodge
  • 7 Probably Causes Paranoia
  • 8 The Soundtrack
  • 9 Among the Sleep
  • 10 Agent Orange
  • 11 Suicidal Failure
  • 12 Ck Won
  • 13 Unlike Tower 1
  • 14 Under Satan's Authority
  • 15 A Crowd Killer
  • 16 The Right Out
  • 17 Holdin a Jar 2
  • 18 Pussy, Money, and War