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Smut Peddlers - The Red Light Lyrics

The Red Light Song Lyrics
The Red Light by Smut Peddlers {*sample played in background throughout song*
"My world, is blue"

[talking]
[Cage] The f**kin Trump..
[Mr.E] Yeah cut it up, cut it up
[Cage] This ain't no, this ain't no bright lights and big city
[Mr.E] It's dark alleys, red lights and no pity

[Mr. Eon]
I got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin bongs
Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
Independent like Ralph Nader
When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgators

[Cage]
I used to cut up my arms
Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns
f**k fawn, I get embalmed on the john
Then step onstage for encore
Stab the promoter with the pen from his Palm 4

[Mr. Eon]
East demenic, head dented, so devious
The most mischievous, check out the sleaziest
Deep in the dead of night, Peddlers getcha head right
This here be a soundtrack for the Red Light

[Cage]
Lick the side of my mouth out, see the words, gouged out
Letterin, hangin from the jaws, down stout
A verse in blood, that only hybrids see
And the non-creatives test my words fro HIV

[Hook: Both] - 2X
This here ain't no bright lights and big city
It's dark allies, red lights with no pity
For all-a y'all raw dawgs that get gritty
Stack ones, carry guns, and live sh*tty

[Cage]
You get the tip while I p**s on the barcheck
Give a b**ch some head that I pulled out of a carwreck
Am I angelic or just slightly off track
My bones shift when my ripped off wings flap

[Mr. Eon]
Now it's a damn shame
Don't even f**k with that bull that got Time Corp
Coursin through his veins
Eon's called fierce, cuz he's all weird
Leave the f**kin record all cut up like Paul Pierce

[Cage]
My pain pour, quicker than Paul
Painful bulletholes that contain splinters from the front door
You seen how I did ya dawgs
Sent 'em home, souls collected, impaled on telephone poles

[Mr. Eon]
They all be catchin eights when I be slashin fakes
Makin fun of me? I'm still pullin out on classmates
With laser-guided missles that don't miss
Oh b**ch, you don't wanna test when I hold this

[Hook: Both] - 2X

[Mr. Eon]
When the Earth is cast, it's f**kin gun ashes
With different aspects of microphone spastics
Froze elastic, ass kissed the tragics
Swimmin through ya petty bullsh*ttin life jackets

[Cage]
For the most glamorous eat this sh*t raw
E.C. put Cage down like a sick dog
Now kids fiend for my solo LP
Like crack addicted Co-Flow fans, you just flee

[Mr. Eon]
Slayin drones, beat 'em up with sticks and stones
Stick with man-to-man, don't f**k around with zones
If I'm home or on neutral turf, when I blurt
You will hurt, this mics spurts when I smell dirt

[Cage]
I got a bullet with a name on it, dick got a blade on it
Lung got a stain on it, bottom-feeder get AIDS on it
I drop sh*t for the crowds to figure out
You touch the mic the crowd'll breath and pour they liquor out

[Hook: Both] - 2X

[Mr. Eon talking]
The Starbuck, The Word King
Alchemist, Smut Peddlers, ah-ha
My world.. is blue, Eastern Conference...