Cage   Yo, I’ll send this to alla my corporate corpses   Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin’    Time to off the office,   I was surely sort of twisted   Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant   Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ‘me’ mood   Hot I gotta be cool   I was on the brink of fiends truth   Livin in the green room   Made a brother the same color but beyond neon   Pushing me to peon   Barking at dreams to be gone   ???talent and many they haven’t any   Was especially a challenge    When you be like goddamnit   Can he lift his vocal   As he’s cuffing it, how my mic sound?   Thinking on the low, it’s perfect when he put the mic down   Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient   Sound man blurting in thinking I’d fucking murder them   steaming when I’m watching duke   Scheming on some hot pursuit   Gotta win as these cats be modelin’ what not to do         In a getaway car   In a getaway car    In a getaway car, car, car, car      In a getaway car   In a getaway car    In a getaway car, car, car, car         Six in the morning   And the walls close in   High noon calls   And the walls on him   Kings at the ready   Now the walls won’t win      Aesop Rock   Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore   Gore’s my harbinger, pardon the art of war   Get your door’s darkened by the house of card carpenters   Who never thought a slave could be a Spartacus or   Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores   Take important conference calls   In corner office walls   Stealin buckets   A bunch of these punch numbers   Five punch just say no to company functions   And I duck into the dungeons   Nothing says kill it    Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege   Two lives, one is chores for whores   One is where I wanna be when you begin regretting yours   And I’m boredom with a large coffee   Tardy every morning   To a man who authority beyond what it was for   How you gonna pay the rent?   day job great   Make rap records matter fact thanks!   Peace!         In a getaway car   In a getaway car    In a getaway car, car, car, car      In a getaway car   In a getaway car    In a getaway car, car, car, car         Six in the morning   And the walls close in   High noon calls   And the walls on him   Kings at the ready   Now the walls won’t win      I’m leaving…