Down the Left Hand Path
Cage Lyrics


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I was mislead, but once I found the way
I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers
And I get my shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage
In this day and age
If your deck ain't playing Cage
You probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaise
Or I ain't get the right palm
My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
Seconds before they scull and wig savor the moment
Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob
And hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead

[Chorus]
Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass and blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the drugs

I a backwards education
Studied some chick with broken navigation
All this anti-Cage demonstratin'
I don't pray to Satan
I pray on agents makin'
Shapeable minds
Capable of firing traceable 9's
But not at any kegs that make they snout's see
I don't know what I wrote till' I spit and my mouth bleeds
Look, more patterns to market
Not even naming I'm standin' a walkin' target with shoppers that look at me
awkward
Granted I got a canon and my freakin' mouth's leakin'
Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keeping
If you sleeping you're getting woke the fuck up
Like you're parents while you bought this and smoke the fuck up
With some much rhymin' in the NYC
I carry 9 millimeter in the back of Taxi
While I thought music prevented GOB servants
And a cycle of brain wash entertainments to detergent

[Chorus]

If my thought patterns
Brought palans to Walt Adams
And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin'
Bloody ear canal
Hold it down with a towel
Cause by the time the verse hatch your stomach's hangin' out
We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
Buy six drinks a night then wake up and wear 'em as house slippers
I'm just fuckin' with you bitch, don't get offended
This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy ending
Go ask your block
School body and bastard pops
How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
Music television repellent for kids with extreme views
Start torchin' labs to light the team's fuse
I've gotten plottin', rotten ? been chewing
I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

Cage's song "Down the Left Hand Path" is a dark and intense portrayal of the rapper's mindset surrounding various issues such as death, power, and the music industry itself. The opening lines "I was mislead, but once I found the way / I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today" suggest a twisted path to enlightenment that involved convincing others to die. Cage then reflects on the hypocrisy of the Weathermen, a left-wing activist organization he had previously been associated with, before boasting about his skill as an emcee.


The chorus then encourages listeners to let loose and engage in reckless behavior, urging them to grab women's breasts and steal drugs. In the second verse, Cage addresses criticism of his music and persona, declaring he does not pray to Satan but rather manipulates those in power for his own gain. He portrays himself as a dangerous figure, carrying a gun and likening himself to a Clockwork Orange character. The song ends with another chorus urging the listeners to engage in violent and hedonistic behavior.


Overall, "Down the Left Hand Path" is a dark and disturbing portrayal of Cage's mindset and the industry that surrounded him. The lyrics are intentionally provocative and confrontational, leaving the listener unnerved and uncomfortable.


Line by Line Meaning

I was mislead, but once I found the way
I was confused before, but now I understand the truth


I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
I manipulated and persuaded 19 people to kill themselves


How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
I transformed the situation and cut it short after it became chaotic


Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
The dead returned and haunted a place that was not related to them


Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
The dead are foolish and ignorant


Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers
Like all of you cowardly and sycophantic Weathermen supporters


And I get my shoes polished
I receive praise and admiration for my skill


By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage
By the most talented open mic rappers who are inspired by Timbaland


In this day and age
In modern times


If your deck ain't playing Cage
If your music player is not playing my music


You probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaise
You have likely upset your partner and need to apologize


Or I ain't get the right palm
Or I did not receive the correct payment


My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My entire career has been a difficult journey through violence and struggle


My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
My weapons enjoy inflicting harm on my enemies


Seconds before they scull and wig savor the moment
I relish the moment right before my opponent dies


Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob
Smoke a joint and quiet Bob, creating a peaceful atmosphere


And hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead
With hair on the ground, I may as well steal from the dead


[Chorus]
Refrain


Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs
Listen to and play this song in the nightclubs


Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Examine my album and its effects on the listener


Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
Do not appear ordinary and unremarkable


If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
If there is a woman next to you, sexually assault her


And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
And if you are not stealing from them when they bow down


Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves
Then return home in disguise


Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass and blood
Then return to the nightclub, smelling like feces and blood


Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the drugs
Assault and rob a child who is searching for drugs


I a backwards education
I have a non-traditional education


Studied some chick with broken navigation
Observed a woman who is lost and misguided


All this anti-Cage demonstratin'
All this protesting against me


I don't pray to Satan
I do not worship Satan


I pray on agents makin' Shapeable minds
I exploit people who are easily influenced


Capable of firing traceable 9's
Capable of using guns that can be easily traced


But not at any kegs that make they snout's see
But not at any events that would attract police attention


I don't know what I wrote till' I spit and my mouth bleeds
I do not know what I will say until I express it with passion


Look, more patterns to market
More patterns to sell and promote


Not even naming I'm standin' a walkin' target with shoppers that look at me awkward
Without even revealing my identity, I am attracting negative attention from shoppers


Granted I got a canon and my freakin' mouth's leakin'
I have a powerful weapon and I constantly express myself through lyrics


Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keeping
My group causes more chaos and disruption than a cleaning crew


If you sleeping you're getting woke the fuck up
If you are unaware, I will shock you into awareness


Like you're parents while you bought this and smoke the fuck up
Like your parents discovering you bought and consumed drugs


With some much rhymin' in the NYC
With so much competition in the New York City rap scene


I carry 9 millimeter in the back of Taxi
I carry a gun in the back of my taxi


While I thought music prevented GOB servants
While I believed music prevented government mind control


And a cycle of brain wash entertainments to detergent
And a cycle of brainwashing entertainment that cleanses the mind


[Chorus]
Refrain


If my thought patterns
If my way of thinking


Brought palans to Walt Adams
Caused harm to Walt Adams


And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin'
If I promote violence and death, then children will follow


Bloody ear canal
A bleeding ear


Hold it down with a towel
Stop the bleeding with a towel


Cause by the time the verse hatch your stomach's hangin' out
Because by the time I finish rapping, you will be in critical condition


We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
We have a dangerous verse, let's silence our critics


Buy six drinks a night then wake up and wear 'em as house slippers
Drink excessively and wear the cups as slippers when you wake up


I'm just fuckin' with you bitch, don't get offended
I am joking, do not be upset


This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy ending
This is not a typical, upbeat anti-pop song


Go ask your block
Ask your neighborhood


School body and bastard pops
Educate and discipline your peers and fathers


How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
How did you acquire hallucinogenic drugs


Music television repellent for kids with extreme views
Aversion to music television for radicalized youth


Start torchin' labs to light the team's fuse
Burn down laboratories to incite the team's aggression


I've gotten plottin', rotten ? been chewing
I have been scheming and contemplating, and my state of mind is deteriorating


I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
I continue to be involved despite having no real impact


Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
Whether it is like A Clockwork Orange or a deadly evening


A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife
A story about my father's treatment of Tony Burgess's wife


[Chorus]
Refrain




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