The Weather Report

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Daze]
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite” - Copywrite
“78 degrees” - Copywrite
“Alex with a little message” - Cage
“Eastern Conference” - Cage
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite MC” - Copywrite
“Alex with the fucking loaded thirty-oh-two” - Cage

[Verse 1: Cage]
Nod your head ‘til I bend you with a picture of crooked life
Your auditory’s a corporate glory suffice. You ain’t nice
You like fake dice, caught by work release
Ice-grilling villains, billing to make a killing
Peeling metal fillings like a jux from God, spilling
Your stomach lining for just a fistful of chyme
Then I climbed in your head, kicked around your mind, then said
“By far, these are the weakest design lens!” Infrared
Lasers will take them off for you like new
Danzig, big titty mami porn, yo, that’s loyal
Full brick of brown, Cage is breaking it up
Tell my fans, “Prepare your girls for the trachea fuck”

[Verse 2: Copywrite]
Yo, whether we’re in raincoats or plain clothes
You can brainstorm all day, and Weathermen remain bone
Dry, I’ll quiz you to see where your mind’s at
Whatever the IQ, I’ll multiply myself twelve times that
You’re assuming I’m human, that’s your first mistake
When verbs could make the earth’s crust burst and perforate
So just imagine if all seven bust. It’ll cause
Satan’s soul to shake and the golden gates of Heaven rust
And that talk wasn’t brought to start a trend
I was seeing if my thoughts could split the sea apart again
From now to the hereafter, my lungs
Lunge-punch to crush queer rappers that fear laughter

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Daze]
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite” - Copywrite
“78 Degrees” - Copywrite
“Alex with the fucking loaded thirty-oh-two” - Cage

[Verse 3: Copywrite]
Once the phlegm is launched, your fans’ attention’s lost
And they focus on every song I’m ever mentioned on
There ain’t a man on this fucking planet Earth I fear
Brainstorming ‘til my ears, nose, and mouth squirt ideas
The best man prove it in front of you, your fans booing
This is the fifth time we battled. What are you? Deaf and stupid?
It’s confusing to those spitting bad quotes
I was given life in a test tube by scientists in labcoats
Got speeding sections. You call that
A verse? I thought that was your Gilbert Godfried impression
Forfeit or I’ll be forced to scorch shit
Then mush your face in a pile of horseshit. I torture kids
The contortionist bless the less fortunate
House so many crabs, you mistook my rest for an orphanage
To pull a burner on us two is useless. I’ll hold
Your arms while Cage stabs you with a mouthful of toothpicks

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Daze]
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite” - Copywrite
“78 degrees” - Copywrite
“Alex with a little message” - Cage
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite MC” - Copywrite
“Alex with the fucking loaded thirty-oh-two” - Cage

[Verse 4: Cage]
You think
Shit’s sweet with your tastebuds ripped out?
Gt thrown in a jar of jelly (Yo, Cage that’s tripped out)
Peddle through medical bars, they couldn’t chart me
‘Til I filed my fingertips down to red Sharpies (Man)
(Give me the cars keys), play the three like Dan Majerle. Watch me
Crash this shit then go sniff coke with Chris Farley
When I return, put fire to frozen lands. Ain’t got
No holes in my hands, I put holes in my fans
So I can see what they feeling while Copy de-limb ‘em
Collect ‘em in a glass case like bugs with pins in ‘em
Think that’s vain? I paint self-portraits in my own blood
I went platinum, but they don’t give out plaques for dubs
Chinese dove sprinkled with elephant tooth
Relevant proof you ain’t kicking shit in elegant boots
Tell the truth when I show pity, running through Central Park
With a watergun and my friends, wetting titties

[Interlude: Cage]
Copywrite 78, Alex the Worm King, Eastern Conference

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Daze]
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite” - Copywrite
“78 degrees” - Copywrite
“Alex with a little message” - Cage
“The most dominant” - Copywrite
“Copywrite MC” - Copywrite
“Alex with the fucking loaded thirty-oh-two” - Cage