Intro
[Jingling sound]
This that shit I want bands to play when they come out for Homecoming week.../
Verse 1
Okay, this one's for my age group; my generation/
I'm back up on my shit, fertilizing conversations/
S/O to the campus, S/O to the city/
S/O to those women, wearing shorts even though it's chilly/
I've been working, all day; no breaks on my time!/
Been busy wilding out, showing up unannounced/
Going from lost to found, and raising up my sound!/
So that's, turn up, turn up, turn up & turn up!/
Now, I'm getting sick of this losers, trying to downplay my winnings/
I'm getting sick hearing about New Orleans rappers & my name not being mentioned/
So here's my new decision, since y'all so fucking sickening/
I'm gonna make y'all throw it up, with this shit...I'mma kick it like/
Hook
Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/
Yeah, that's me behind those shades, like I'm Johnny Cage/
Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/
Kick that bitch off of my stage like I'm Johnny Cage/
Verse 2
I feel good, so good I can break em off Sinatra/
You may be a goon, but what's a goon to a mobster?/
You may swim through, but what's lagoons to a lobster?/
Yeah, you may blow up, but what's balloons to Kamikazes?/
Huh?! And what's buffoons to a Pryor?/
A fucking 5-miler to the damn Ghost Rider!/
A trampoline jump to a fregging skydiver!/
7,000 bong rips couldn't get me any higher! Hold up, looks like y'all getting tired/
Cause not only are you exhausted, but you're under what I'm driving!/
I spy ya', perspiring 9-minutes shy of expiring!/
I winding em' up! Grinding like trucks on the top of high wiring!/
And it's Tony Hawk boarding across with half of a hawk's body!/
I'm mobbing like Gob-a-lins, riding with shotties & dropping like bodies inside of a coffin!/
I'm properly popping the nonsense I'm talking with obvious bombs that I'm lining my bars with/
I'm bossing you all with some balls made of copper, conquer you all with the style of a Stalin!/
Monstrous Mal, with the hots for a harlot! Monogamous til' we her bothered & showered...in liquor/
Hook
Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/
Yeah, that's me behind those shades, like I'm Johnny Cage/
Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/
Kick that bitch off of my stage like I'm Johnny Cage/
Now, they say, "who that? Who he?"/
I've got the swagger of young, black Bruce Lee/
Who that? Yo, who you be? Johnny Cage!/
Johnny Cage! Johnny, Johnny Cage! Johnny, Johnny Cage!/
Verse 3
Now we interrupt this program to bring you dope, like I got that Lohan!/
I'm on my Mojave; wearing sandals like your old man/
Got people out in Oakland, people out in NY/
And I be all through New Orleans stunting like I'm rhymed with Big Tymers!/
Nothing was the same since Drake found out about Wu-Tang!/
I've got a female friend from Tulane, who put my name inside her hoop rings!/
Kick that, just like Hwoarang! (Kick that) just like Liu Kang!/
I heard the door bell, who rang? Nigga, you bang! I'll stay on top new shingles!/
In a minute, I can get it! Hit it with a little rhythm! Listen when the skinny nigga rip it, get into ya'; feeling/
Like you did a finisher on every single enemy and anybody similar, assimilating tendancies/
Tentacles, tend to be wrapped around anemone! Killer kid, being a killer; I am a killer bee!/
Need to back up, you get easily stung! You seem to be done! You'll be creamed if you come!/
I rap that, just like it's 40,000; my backpack on like old Kanye/
Her body's like "whoah!", so Mya! She saw me coming, so Mayan!/
Sweating like she popped 4 mollies! Sweating like she popped 4 mollies!/
I'm so about me! Hardbody! Shadow boxing! So Johnny!/
Hook
