Left It To Us - Cage, El-P, Aesop Rock

Hot bukakke session… I mean seriously…

How many fucking times do we have to go through this shit?

I write left shit with my right spit on the mic twice

Sleep on beef wake up to hammers like christ

We summon electro animals destined a mandible

Giant like we runnin through New York City in mechanical lions

Yo I walk on glass chuckle city out of a miners lung

Grasshopper keep a civil tongue where the passifiers plugged

Shrug em off eye of tiger pen over the hideous

Watch the gorilla in em slither back through the lineage

I write left shit with my right brain

Made eyeballs pop like bike chains in the right phase

Dog, I got cat links connected to my arms like bat wings

So each complete revolution of the bells is saddening

Weathermen is not a crew it’s a hot mind with guns up to it

The last cats audio to-in it ruinin' your drumkit

Vandals of society arsonist sheep in public

We speak in reality tv and there are no writers touchin it

And if the brick city was Compton I’d be OG Bobby Johnson on the loose

Throwin up deuce at the first sign of a problem

Weathermen filth nastiest black and blue braid and light base milk with lumps

Bulked up for the last six months

Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton

I heard he’s in the weatherman-oh god it’s them again

A weatherman can do no wrong no uniform

Cut off three limbs with a new arm dead planet in it’s palm

Flow some life in your rap one cross second

Let me take you from your normally programmed shit record

If you’re into irony I brought the four four in the place

While canvas nights paint the art of war in your face

Hit that psycho stimuli that gets you hot happy and whistlin'

And if I’m too bugged the feds are still listenin'

You’re flawed in the particles I’m a fuckin genuine article and you been

reppin' shit marginal

Partially I’m responsible I’m harsh to the bono and I’ll acid wash your phono

I swagger the injury shield cloak

A flock of humming birds circle the same place I spoke

Arena hollowed out drunk bombshells fell through the smoke

Heal the pain of followers runnin through hell in shell toes

And the award for scummiest ninja moment of the summer

Goes to mister slip a mickey to christ at his own supper

Who’s talent turned chemical imbalance to vital cash crop

While moonlighting as your local Eckhart Pharmacy mascot

Boss Hogs dogs sniffin' out victims for the quota sorta rogue put a slip on the

system throw the…

WM’s up for bounty hunters Paulie Junior mount the chrome bazookas on the

Orange County Choppers

Two dollar box cutters sharp with the game bustin through your cheek

You keep the change representative tang weatherman gang — stop

As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse

It’s this Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze Brew, Tame and Yak

Pack it out early like winter for the brain

I’m a stop like fish dinners with a jar of bizarre for the dip spinach

The new left southpaws outlaws north to california

Represent bent and put dents in your battle armor