| The employee of the year |
| Yeah, I’m back to work |
| Let that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirts |
| You 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 up the mission |
| But upon departure of y’all I checked nothing just carried on my vision |
| Wrote 'till my fingers bled, got no respect or love |
| So now y’all can pay me back by writing out my check in blood |
| But pay me no mind if my records are wreck-less |
| This time around I’m just one of you fucking depressed kids |
| You saw the bottle splash next see the tech sprayer |
| Woke in the studio chained to the board with a mini cassette player |
| The H in mother nature’s arm through intravenous |
| Shook some seasons but Weathermen 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 100 pen stabs to the head up restless |
| Cause this piece of me loves!!! |
| Don’t fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish |
| Cause this piece of me is!!! |
| Goin' to church I didn’t feel right, «Christian doesn’t kneel right!» |
| Tried to kill my self in music cause I tried to do it in real life |
| Born with my circuitry in my programmers hands |
| First act of anarchy a freshmen not blendin' in with Hammer pants |
| Sophomore graduated with unspeakable acts |
| You had the balls to rip me off have 'em when I speak up with Yak |
| I gave you «Eons"to pay me but money bags stallin' |
| Like it ain’t my how «The Mighty"have fallen |
| I stabbed my mom’n’pop label, calm on, stop! |
| Y’all still owe me doe time to go back to mom n pop |
| C’mon stop it’s silly how did you really |
| Think you had «Home Field 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 100 pen stabs to the head up restless |
| Cause this piece of me loves!!! |
| Don’t fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish |
| Cause this piece of me is!!! |
| Knuckles bloody no sleep seen three days tanked |
| Write or break jaws my fists still 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 bring cats, doggie, I’m Vietnamese |
| Not sure where 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 or |
| I’m light years beyond my apocalyptic day dream |
| To riding 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 100 pen stabs to the head up restless |
| Cause this piece of me loves!!! |
| Don’t fuck with weather prez I got a major death wish |
| Cause this piece of me is!!! |