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

1]
Sage Francis is out of it. He switched his tone
Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
Nobody so I press on..
I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor songs
Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't the icebergs
smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred. Don't me drinks
Because I'll write the 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. the counterfeit DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off
I'm sick of headwraps...they on rhymes
Swing lead bats...to elevate minds
Get back...Emcees ain't fucking
Craig Mack ain't got his meat lumped like this

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

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

3]
This got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you my blood type
Some strike the nerve (the way they converse is weak.)
Others write with words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally inept except when subjects are
Preconceived conversation styles. "That small shit was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me freestyle this bowel
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 unclog my toilet wearing over
Your thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the box
Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic
Having sex for the sport of it on courts
Maintaining my when game night is over
and I don't strike a pose...I a poseur. Doin' DAMAGE

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

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

(Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through your area, Non Prophets
Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe on production
and my man DJ on the cut, bring it!)
(ONE) It's nothing wrong me
(TWO) nothing wrong with me
(THREE) It's wrong with me
rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh..

I do
everychance I do