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

1]
Sage Francis is out of it. He switched his tone
Closet Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
Nobody so I press on..
I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor songs
Drunk for Exxon. Don't slalom the icebergs
smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred. Don't serve me
Because I'll write the words that make this whole sink
I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, and shave
to the TV and completely out of it these days
I've got a CD. Fuck the DJs
Who first fronted on our then bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm sick of headwraps...they meditate on
Swing lead bats...to elevate their
Get back...Emcees fucking righteous
Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this

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

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

3]
This music's got roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
You bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type
Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they is weak.)
Others write with strong (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally inept except when subjects are
Preconceived styles. "That small talk shit was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me this bowel movement
You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" 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 mommy thinks I'm dope...there's no I'm not
Put hockey sticks in throat...from the penalty box
Enemies jock their girl shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on courts
Maintaining my composure when game is over
and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. DAMAGE

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

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

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

I do
I do Damage