The Red Light — текст песни (Smut Peddlers)

{*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...