The Death of Chris Palko - Cage, Camu Tao

It’s been about a year since my ears dried pop

For those that missed the show: oh my god!

That psychiatrist used to hold my cock

Put nails in my head, ride me and smoke my pot

Sub Roc said: «Chris, kep your hardcore gritty

Def Jukie t-shirt walking through cardboard city»

Positively pack plus pistols popsicles

Used to strut IV stands like canes in hospitals

I swung down on some grills with the handle

Screeched out of the parking lot then I flicked the camel

Read Cobain’s journals by the fire in a flannel

Copped pills from TV but they don’t switch the channel

The world is yours and you’re for flies to play in When the seeds in your eyes can fly you’ll see what I’m saying

Homeless stick their hands out for change and I pay 'em

'Cause they live in a box and I got a bed to lay in

(Back in the day, 1997)

The death of Chris Palko, he passed, we clapped well

Woke up during an autospy in rap hell

Ran off dripping verses and patterns from my cut shell

Hungry MC’s lap up my blood trail

In this +Atmosphere+, I’m unbalanced, +Slug+ on a seesaw

Spit through +Bazooka Teeth+, my tongue is the C4

Need more stitches to finish displayed mental

Chris went to the hospital came home Cage Kennylz

I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble

Stepped over the body for the wallet on the mantle

Sneaker tracks of blood traced back to my vandals

By the door I’ll be on the couch with a box of ammo

The world is spinning, I’m spending my cash in it Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it Know a bunch of rappers that finish last in it And they can’t do shit about it

(You are shameless)

(Now let us build to the climax, shall we?)

Now it’s me still hocking loogies in the movies

Nasty with groupies, get it moving

Follow me stupid to the back of tragedies moving through it And we’ll cause problems get it moshing, popping with treatment

Get the cops to pop in from precincts

Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah

We’ll keep on flowing till the clothes are rolling right off your shoulders

We’ll keep on going till the crowd gets open and girls take notice

I know you notice who it is — a wizard of perfect vocals

I think it’s easy when the people fiending, it’s perfect

Now it’s your host with a load of soldiers

Stay fresh head to toe he’s a beast on the doses

If you come close you’ll get fucked up You know you’re supposed to 'cause

Now it’s your host with a load of soldiers

Stay fresh head to toe he’s a beast on the doses

If you come close you’ll get fucked up You know you’re supposed to 'cause