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I'm doing Damage (uh), (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)
Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say
(ONE) something's got to
(TWO) something's got to
(THREE) got to give
rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh...

1]
Sage Francis is out of it. He switched his tone
Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I alone
knows so I press on..
I go to Fugazi shows Minor Threat songs
Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't slalom the
smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my blurred. Don't serve me drinks
I'll write the words that make this whole world sink
I'm bitter, and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave
Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these
I've got a CD. Fuck the DJs
Who first on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes
Swing lead bats...to their minds
Get back...Emcees ain't fucking
Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped this

2:
I am a walkin', psychopath stalkin'
Natalie Portman a blank tape in my walkman
to myself over instrumental cassettes
the essential steps of graphic, telepathic mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head
it up or spit it out. How's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets. I love off pillow cases
Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your faces
Like that! "Do you that?"
"If you had hands attached to arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked your school bus
ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust
Whose plush style of and senseless spending
is
Sage Francis manages on cancerous mannequins
standing in pajamas with bananas and cameras

Damage (Damage) You know what I'm
(Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I'm damage)
Come on y'all! (Damage) You know the damage (Damage) (SMILE FOR ME! - YOUR FACE AND DANCE!)

3]
This music's got roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my type
Some the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.)
Others with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally inept except when subjects are
Preconceived conversation styles. "That talk shit was written kid!"
me. Watch me freestyle this bowel movement
You hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"
Thought I was when I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is HOT. Plumbers my toilet wearing over mitts
Your thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put sticks in your throat...from the penalty box
Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic
Having sex for the sport of it on basketball
Maintaining my composure game night is over
and I don't strike a pose...I a poseur. Doin' DAMAGE

I'm Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)
Damage (uh), (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?
(ONE) It's nothing wrong me
(TWO) It's nothing with me
(THREE) nothing wrong with me
RRRAArrrrrggghhhhhhh..

4]
I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from money clip
Joe Beats you to death with the shit end of his stick
Fighting queens in the white college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like teams
After they're chased with an axe...half of face'll collapse
You ain't copped it when Non-Prophets bass on wax?
Well, I'm typical hiphop political figure
But I'm not left wing OR wing. I'm the middle finger
And Joe's a sick, demented, mind reader
Who shoots the with a nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter
When time to rock SHUT THE FUCK UP
I never had writer's block and Joey's never in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) totally worth it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't when they say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming
This is MY house, you don't it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop

(Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through area, we're Non Prophets
Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on
and my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, it!)
(ONE) It's wrong with me
(TWO) nothing wrong with me
(THREE) It's nothing with me
rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh..

I do
I do Damage