Lyrics:

From Hell’s Winter
This song documents Cage’s rise from dark beginnings to indie rap stardom. From “cardboard cribs” to Def Jux paying him, he tells of how he learned from the city of New York.
Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians
Vendors, rap stars, wall street billions
Donald Trump, shotgun pumps, illegal store fronts
Dollar fifty dutches, AF1's and dunks
Skyscrapes, planes hit 'em, army in the subway
High risk orange alert everyday
My clique is a clip that spits in Glock land
Walk like I'm from the hood, hair like an indie rock band
Throw fits then pitch from hammers, blow lungs up
Before Onyx was telling me, was throwin' them guns up
My style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck
'Til Def Jux stuffed them G's in the cup
Now it's the season of 'full of shit,' piss in the morning flicker
Lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers
NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside
So I don't need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind

I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard
The fame of the words alive in my city
Stray from the herd, I say what I learned
Painfully burned alive in my city
Aim for the dirt, claiming the earth, danger alert
Alive in my city
Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk
Claim a grain of the worth in my city

I knocked up Jux, they had a monster, I'm TB on the street
In the Cabbage Patch with premies on my feet
I got a New York bop, itchy index like a New York cop
Sick in whichever city my tour stops
So by the time I get home, I'll have spread so much enjoyment
I'll create the vaccine, then destroy it
I pull immaculate concepts from thin air
Implemented by the listener to learn until I get there
Still most alive from one to five Thursdays
WKCR gave birth to Weathermen then died
Homeland security advisory system won't work
(Yeah, until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert)
Divide quickly, a few can ride with me
When martial law hits, pack up the whip and hide with me
Until the eve of destruction paints the town black
And anarchy ensues, you'll have the soundtrack

I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard
The fame of the words alive in my city
Stray from the herd, I say what I learned
Painfully burned alive in my city
Aim for the dirt, claiming the earth, danger alert
Alive in my city
Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk
Claim a grain of the worth in my city