Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

I'm Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)
Damage (uh), Damege (uh), (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?
(ONE) something's got to
(TWO) something's got to
(THREE) something's got to
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 Minor Threat songs
Drunk for Exxon. Don't slalom the icebergs
It's sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred. serve me drinks
Because I'll write the words that this whole world sink
I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, 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 then bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm sick of headwraps...they on rhymes
Swing bats...to elevate their minds
Get back...Emcees fucking righteous
Craig Mack ain't got his meat lumped like this

2:
I am a nightmare walkin', stalkin'
Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my
to myself over instrumental cassettes
the steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the off of my head case
Suck it up or spit it out. How's that medicated bed
I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow
teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces
Like that! "Do you that?"
"If you had attached to your arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked daughter's school bus
Dismantled ridiculous religions supply Gods that you trust
Whose plush of living and senseless spending
is
Sage manages bandages on cancerous mannequins
standing in pajamas 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 music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you my blood type
Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they is weak.)
Others with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
inept except when subjects are expected
Preconceived styles. "That small talk 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?
is HOT. Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts
Your mommy I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put sticks in your throat...from the penalty box
Enemies jock while their shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on courts
Maintaining my composure game night is over
and I don't a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin' 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 with me
(THREE) It's nothing wrong me
RRRAArrrrrggghhhhhhh..

4]
I quickly enter your dip, strip ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to death the shit end of his ugly stick
Fighting drama in the white college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit soccer teams
After they're chased with an axe...half of their collapse
You ain't it when 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 a sick, demented, jaded mind reader
Who shoots the shit with a 9 MiliMeter
When it's time to SHUT THE FUCK UP
I never had writer's block and never been in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) It's worth it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't listen they say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It always coming down
This is MY house, you don't like it? Get the off of my rooftop

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

I do
I do Damage