Smut Peddlers - Porn Again (2001) by Smut Peddlers (보컬) on maniadb.com

"How many MC's" "Out there peddling" (Scratched 4x)

(Cage)
Look at shorty from the Shining, all grown up rhyming
Still talking to my finger, but now it's through bitches stomach lining

(Mr. Eon)
I'll be the Smut Ambassador, bend her over point the ass back at a
Then I'll fucking laught at her

(Cage)
Picture me giving a fuck, that's Polaroid ?cunt seven?
Or Hot 97, with a yes-man brethern

(Mr. Eon)
Starbuck's stuck, you stained with feces
The only man who make roaches interchange species

(Cage)
I'm smacking DJ's for playing instrumentals for the wack mentals
Spitting all over the mic rentals
Bring all your dogs! My name is Cage Kennels
Not ???

(Mr. Eon)
At age 12 I spit my first rap out
In the 80's on your block like the first crack house
It's Eon cold-hearted, smoke a whole carton
Decapitate my best friend if he's bogartin

(Eon)
I stalk down the block, grabbin my jock
Scratch cocks while I dot for my red light stop
Dead right Hobbes I write rhymes for a livin
Hid my misgivings from my brain was still mssing

(Cage)
Read and study while my boots muddy
So fuckin filthy an Avirex butters look bummy
Think out loud, cause I'm allowed, to stage dive in a crowd
of cannibals about to spit across my eyebrow

(Eon)
Now God blessed me with abnormal tendencies
and granted clemency for illegal chemistry
Ain't worth your weight in molecular structure
Out of work like JFK Jr.'s flight instructor

(Cage)
Went, lookin for exits, and tried to get my head fixed
Slept with a perforated picture of Jimi Hendrix
See in these days, Cage is like, 54 ways
to get my fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze

(Chorus: Smut Peddlers)
Sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This is dedicated for those medicated minutes
Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
Like sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This is dedicated for those medicated minutes
Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!

(Cage)
I ran up in a wack open mic cafe on stage
So many biters I performed in a shark cage
in dark shades, during the Central Park raids
I walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beige
friends, the camera lens (is) behind the shoelace
Get more upskirts than (?) for your face

(Eon)
I'm fresh out the box like new (?)
The chicken played with my monkey now we makin zoo porn
Now MC's the Anti-Christ like, Damien thorn
Eric the Pascal(?) land so feel the scorn
The old man, illest show man, my moldin
With logic equal to fifteen Vulcans

(Cage)
And I'm soakin, face lookin blank
Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' and send him to the bank
with a 'give me the funds' note, clip's missin from the gun
If he gets slapped then fuck it all I'll split it with my dunns
(Bum bum!) I shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons
that all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs

(Eon)
Everytime I dabble watch my life unravel
Did I miss an exit to the road less traveled?
Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassment
Through the pavement, up into spaceships
Deathstar creator, I orbit track wars
My appeal spans Rhodes scholars to slackjaws

(Chorus)

(Eon)
Yo, a Peddler show, include a few heathens
From Hoth to Tatooine, you choose the season
Dialect for all these crews and legions
A walking contradiction like "Jews for Jesus"

(Cage)
I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of place
Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space
Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case
Light the L off of your body and sweepd you in the face

(Eon)
Yeah I seen old timers became semi-thugs
I got more dizzy spells than Reginald Denny does
Cranium blower, Shea Stadium goer
Hydro cultivator turned uranium grower

(Cage)
I'm the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor
Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore
While I burn off the lips, stacked(?) to evolve
(?) I'm down to shoot (?) fucks cause I cancelled their cause

(Chorus)

(Cage)
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!

{*scratched from GangStarr's "The Militia", spoken by Guru*}
"One of us.. equals many of us..
Disrespect one of us.. you'll see plenty of us.."

(Eon)
C'mon, c'mon.. c'mon, c'mon..
C'mon, c'mon.. ahh .. (yeah!)

(Cage)
You want Cage in the flesh, paper wants ink to bless
You see me in the streets be glad I spit this stress
Punch through your chest and rip your spine out
Now that Cage got your back you can spit that rhyme out

(Eon)
I'm stompin on these chatroom fakes
whose hip-hop coincides with them cheesy remakes
You little kids playin the critics hard
Go back to your other hobby - Pokemon cards

(Cage)
Local MC's won't start it - DONE
On the mic I make more faces than the retarded son
Minstrel, doin a hump, takin a dump
The life of Cage, take drugs, pass out, wake up in the cunt

(Eon)
I got this e-mail from your female
She's meetin me, suckin me off of three tails
Don't discuss the details, "Hee hee I won't!"
Leave a dollar on the nightstand and watch E bail

(Chorus: scratched by DJ Mighty Mi)
"Once again.. this is it.."

(German Remix) (featuring King Kool Savas)

(KoolSavas)
Du willst dich am Mic entfalten,
doch ich schreibe Feuersalven
Richtung Bitches, die fur ein paar Titel Fame auch Penis halten
Wenn ich Crews zerstuckel gibt es kein..aufhalten,
Denn ich rhyme und glotz von oben auf euch cripples wie ein Falke,
Geh ans Mikro, walze Rapper nieder
und behalte mir das Recht vor zu behaupten, du bist pur Dreck wie Algen
da ich nur rapp, um meiner Stimmung freien Lauf zu lassen
und nicht wirklich auszurasten, muss auch jede Zeile passen
Ihr wollt statt zu hassen jetzt mit Lyrics Fuss fassen
Doch ich tote stumpfe Asseln und zerschlage Crews wie Tassen
Du bist fake, doch ich verforme deinen Rhyme wie Plaste,
wenn ich Texte schreibe, schwillen Schwule Rapper an und platzen
Eure Flows geraten aus der Achse, kack auf deinen Part
und full den Beat am besten nur mit irgendwelchen Patzen
Dich erwachsen..zu benehmen,
brauchst du keine Frau und Glatze oder jenen armen Hass,
sondern Rhymes auf Dynamite

(Chorus: Smut Peddlers (KoolSavas))
That smut!
(Wenn ich rhyme und Crews in Pfutzen ertrank)
That smut!
(Wenn wir reden und ich nur an Texte denk)
That smut!
(Wenn mein Chorus dein Album in Stucke sprengt)
That smut!
(Wenn dein Drummer sich nach dem Auftritt erhangt)
That smut!
(Wenn ich rhyme und Crews in Pfutzen ertrank)
That smut!
(Wenn wir reden und ich nur an Texte denk)
That smut!
(Wenn mein Chorus dein Album in Stucke sprengt)
That smut!
(Wenn dein Drummer sich nach dem Auftritt erhangt)
That smut!

(Eon)
Yo yo, I'm unrippable like Knicks tickets
And if your girl's a little looser you bet E's dick did it
I'll lace your crew better than Paragon can
Have you shook worse than the Marathon Man
Makin MC's use our fetus to clone us
Comin out lookin like Arvydas Sabonis
My team's in the bonus, you foul too much
Playin on the wall with the scowls and such
Man the Owl's a dutch, I done all varities
Cage, Mi, and E's - anti-society
Fingers blisterin, still stickerin
Under black moonlight, with butane flickerin
I'm with my girl but yeah I'm lookin at yours
Done 'em all, debutantes to crack whores
Bad breath over stink like shits is
Y'all belong up in the pink light districts

(Chorus)

(Cage)
Ducks came through, we laid 'em out
While you fucks dissect spit from Cage's mouth
When I run a vagrant route, you spacin out
With no family to react when your brains is out
And when I click this out you know the drill (SCATTER!)
This mic a shiv; hip-hop is Nancy after I stab her
On stage, you wanna go on after?
Show you the Art of War and then finish the crowd with the 1st chapter
Come and walk through this little doorway
Enter the mind of Cage and a horse will shit you out on Broadway
The flies won't eat it then feed it to the Wallace
Peddle Smut like anabolic beer meth hydrolix
Alex frolics; hangin upside down
Ordained til my rhyme ninja bleeds through my face of war paint
So if you see me with a little pop jingle
Shoot me in the back of the head and feed me to my starvin breddern

(Chorus)

(Cage - whispering)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh
Kill that cat.. watch me kill that cat
If it's your girl I'm lookin at
Then watch me kill that cat

(Verse One: Cage)
I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease
In they yearly matin spots, spawn a million MC's (got rhymes)
that used to go to shows, drink dance get high
Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme (yo let me rhyme let me rhyme)
In '92 I let the Cage outta Alex
Through college radio demonstrate the fist, f**k the love ballads
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin
Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians
Red light in the Lincoln, from drinkin Drencrom
The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin
While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state
Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete
Screamin, "That's my spirit running down the street!"
The undead, writin in gun lead
Liposuct' a fat bitch out her box with one hypo' jab
Inject tiger serum, I can't hear 'em (who?)
Alex with the f**kin loaded thirty-oh-two, cause

(Chorus: Cage)
This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, "Oh you dead!"
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head
This is for the clowns I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face, I'm a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space

(Cage)
I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up
With green Jesus, get in I'll drive you to seizures
Humanoid pause, before God, with cyborg dogs after me
Killin these rhymin Sigmund Freuds - for the cause
Your whole life's a waitin room for worms
Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs
With toast out facin Earth, avenge my sixteen
Your old shell talk to pistols like Starscream
My whole story lost on a wall in black marker
66 more flicks for Clive Barker
With a little message, for real research kids
Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?
My anti-commercial style will curse you
Say f**k so much, my airplay's like curfew
To third shift farm chemists, the senate scarred
Start killin all the livin like the Serbian guards
You supportin communism buyin majors so dub
Watch me put two rocks in Kurt Loder head, whassup

(Chorus)

{*Mighty Mi scratches*}
The undead.. red light in the Lincoln
For Cage.. ripped.. in half on the concrete
Screamin, "That's my spirit runnin down the street!"
Runnin down the street.. runnin d... down the street

(Cage)
I first saw the bitch at the galleria
With Mr. E

(Eon)
Yo, check that spanish bitch

(Cage)
Yeah, I see her
She was signing people up for credit cards at Sears
Would've stepped to her but...

(Eon)
Mr. E beat you there
Detective Dick lonely. So I'm paging up Josie
36 C's, great knees, pussy toasty
Face like Parker Posey. Seen Stark and Rosie
In the winter looking tan. Never ever ghostly

(Cage)
Fuck that bitch; I grab myself a slut and broke
I had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill

(Eon)
Yo you got that leak?

(Cage)
No doubt. Let's lace the Phil's

(Eon)
For rumors narc Thomsons and rhymes I need detox
Shermed up driving in circles for three blocks
Enbalming fluid in the Big Red I was chewing
Worse than the dip whip that had my ass tripping
Who pick you up at eight
So have your gear and shit straight

(Cage)
Yo I be puffing in the basement
Hit the whore when it's time to skate
Leathal leakin got my mother crib stinking
No time for air freshener they beeping in the Lincoln
I jumped in the back with Juice
Solutions fusing the dip nicotine and the truddy Susan
Picked her and her friend up from work
Cat suit. Tight Skirt
Licking they lips shaking they tits trying to flirt

Hook:
Josie! Not what your everyday hoes be
Josie! Perfect poultry for adultry
Josie! Keep the baby wipes closely
Josie! Still taking facials mostly

(Eon)
We twist leak before the bitch speak
Watch my dick creep. Already hitting Josie
But her friend looked like a freak
Doing sixty five in a school zone
Baggy two tones. Swerving off road
Let's get some more blue note
Yo I want to sample that shit
(I wanna sample that clit)
Eric and Alex might just pull a switch

(Cage)
I reached from the back and grabbed Josie's tits
Where I can find her friend's lips
To the Mighty Mi mix. She freestyles with a mouthful
Pornographic Serena Altschul. Still leaked up

(Eon)
Yo break up this ounce

(Cage)
True. Knee deep in a box in the back seat poppin her
Start shooting like trench coat mafia

(Eon)
Yo Cage I can't see with that bitch on top of ya
In the rear view that pussy looking much sloppier
Take the party upstate. On the palisades
Stopping on a dirt road. Josie mixing Alize

(Cage)
Ounce a day habit. She wanna fuck like a rabbit

(Eon)
Strapped with a hat. Smoked the leaks to the last hit

(Cage)
Is you in love with that bitch?

(Eon)
No kid. (So switch)

(Cage)
I hit her on the trunk
Then took shotguns from her cunt
For one straight month, we fucking on the reg
She's just a mouth, box and a ass

(Eon)
You fucking with her head

Repeat hook.

(Cage)
Should've known she was like a sister
Stripping and licking

(Eon)
As far as Mr. E's dick, that's all she was getting

(Cage)
A fairly hated me because I got a stinking house
Said they know what I'm about

(Eon)
The pussy no doubt!

(Cage)
To the little bomb bitch munk for half my closet

(Eon)
Damn. All she got from me was a mouth deposit
Word up. Wait. What's this receipt from the Sheraton?

(Cage)
It's be your last night tricking Josie and Erin
How'd you know?

(Eon)
She treated

(Cage)
She left half skeeted. With a check to cash

(Eon)
For how much?

(Cage)
Six G's kid

(Eon)
I'm quick to stop payments
See that bitch in her arraignment

(Cage)
For the next one to three
She's fat bitch entertainment

Repeat hook

Yo whattup E?
Yo whattup Starbuck, what's goin on?
Yeah how you livin?
Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup?
Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's WACK man
Yeah I know, say word
All these MC's got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby
MC's got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*}
Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup

(Eon)
Now go make a record, and go rob a bank
Now you got Cool C-itis to thank
Copped that advance, but lost that check
Must be due to Alzheimer's onset
Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya
Hobbes you better catch some A&R felia(?)
And female rappers don't have a chance
Need flow augmentation and mic implants
Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?
Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg leg
Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it?
That's cause girl was lactose intolerant
Smoke with E, you gonna have fun
Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs
Try and spit, but nothin comes out
Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin
Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin
Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

(Eon)
You with wifey dog, get a car from Sonya
It's likely you'll catch Nokia phobia
You shiverin from ice, hold a mic device
It's most certainly some rappers frostbite
Go up in the club, in moderation
Cause online you be catchin Peter Geisha'n impatient
Ha ha, rollin trees, only got seeds
Man's puffin crystals, green with envy
Rhymin for the loot, to get some mass
You a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!)
You online, think you the dopest
Geek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosis
Startin rumors, check the tabloids
Caught a Blaze haze, maybe Source hemerrhoids (ouch)
Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
At a show catch a microphone impalement

(Chorus)

(Eon)
Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odor
Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder
Up I got downers, down I got uppers
Now chuggin Pedia Sure for fuckin suppper (glug glug glug)
Step to E, no microphone contest
Soon learn about inferiority complex
I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix
'til Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix
Now I'll supply prescriptions
Come to the motherfuckin spot, if you havin wack visions
Writers block? Just can't flow?
Hit you off with a double mic hydro
You goin gold if you got the patience
Son check in you got rap hallucinations
The surgeon, wack MC's I carve up
Hip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks

(Chorus)

Yeah E, I don't know
I still don't think they know
Smut Peddlers, Cage, in the house
Mighty Mi, in the house
Yes indeed all the dirty people, in the house
Yo, you better go get checked
Go to the clinic, cause you got somethin
Don't say you got nothin
Cause we're all diseased, right

* originally on eastern conference all-stars lp

I shapeshift [mr. eon]

[mr. eon]
I shapeshift to a spliff
Light myself up
Ignite the mic and felt up
Your butter shit get melt up
Your mic is falling on, needs to be helped up
Snatch your rap belt up
Blaze the tron, eon the phenom
I'm on par with rap czars
Fascist dictators
Dick starbuck and I'm playin space invaders
Standin so close, made you liable
Turn your rap Bible to the false idols
I been bringin doom to the groom
Snatchin up the bridal
I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola
Fuck you up like pop rocks and coco-cola
Tryin to be cute like mun chi chi
Really catch a nut from munchin on deez
Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep
In 2g it's only our word that we keep

[chorus]
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut peddlers, false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smuth peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every evening

[mr. eon]
You in the wrong place
Seen the stupid look on your face
Get done/dunn like warrick, but never even saw it
Yo cage show em how you go
Inject the raw shit, mc's gonna forfeit

[cage]
I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentials
Like screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my following
You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing
Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits
My name stand between mc's lips like clits
Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was fly
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin upstate
Middletown new york where young girls and dogs procreate
Call your local agent up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates

Chorus

[cage]
When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up
You might come complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones
They like microscopic versions of indiana jones
? ? lost, temple of doom the chorus
Goin out like the last crusade against the source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it
What opponents? those are kids I spit on last year
Still soaking

[mr. eon]
Think about the battle before you start em
You'd be better off with a john rocker jersey up in harlem
Shitted on the tidybowl man, left his boat
Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that I quote
I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
Eon run through new york like curtis martin
The shit talker, the spittin litterbug
I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does

Chorus

*cut and scratched* one by one 4x