Public Property Testo

The employee of the year
Yeah, I'm back to work
Let that label sell old Cage songs
and Weathermen shirts
They threw a whack title
On that Weathermen song
Which was another remix
Where you synced my shit up all wrong
Seemed a bit malicious
Like you tried to fuck with the mission But upon departure y'all checked nothing
Just carried on my vision
Wrote till by fingers bled
Got no respect or love
So now y'all can pay me back
By writing out my check in blood
Don't pay me no mind if my records are wreckless
This time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kids
You saw the bottle splash
Next see the text square walk
In the studio, chained to the board
With a mini-cassette player
The H in Mother Nature's arm through intravenous
Trips in seasons
But Weathermen's still who the team is
Wanna see weathertron assemble like republicans?
But when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of it

And I got more days than left on this earth invested
'Cause this piece of me needs I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
'Cause this piece of me feeds
Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless
'Cause this piece of me loves
Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish
'Cause this piece of me is

Going to church I didn't feel right
"Christian doesn't kneel right"
Tried to kill myself in music
Because I tried to do it in real life
Born with my circuitry and my programmer's hands first
Acting anarchy, a freshmen
Not blending in with Hammer pants
Sophomore graduated with unspeakable acts
You had the balls to rip me off
Have 'em when I sneak up with Yak
I gave you eons to pay me my money back
Stalling like it ain't
My how the mighty have fallen
I stab my mom and pop label common stop
Y'all still owe me dough
Time to go back to mom and pop
Com on, stop, its silly
How did you really
Think you had homefield advantage
In New York, reppin' Philly?

And I got more days than left on this earth invested
'Cause this piece of me needs
I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
'Cause this piece of me feeds
Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless
'Cause this piece of me loves
Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish
'Cause this piece of me is

Knuckles bloody, no sleep
Seen three days tanked
Way to break jaws
My sister filled with teenage angst
And the only therapy is what's read on paper
Funny, how the same applies to seeing blood on money
Splash you in the face with liquid nitrogen
See if it freeze then smash you
Brain cats, doggy, I'm Vietnamese
Not sure what heaven is
But I know hell is here
Used to stuff trees into bottles like Belvedere
Just to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirror
Now the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appear
I'm light years beyond my apocalyptic daydream
To ridin' around with guns in a van with my A-team
The fire in the sky that rises to sink night
Just another morning
I wake up too left to think right
The much better looking white Al Roker
After gastric bypass
Brings the weather
It's over

And I got more days than left on this earth invested
'Cause this piece of me needs
I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast
'Cause this piece of me feeds
Suffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless
'Cause this piece of me loves
Don't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish
'Cause this piece of me is