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I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), (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 done his tone
Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I alone
knows so I press on..
I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat
Drunk driving for Exxon. slalom the icebergs
It's smooth 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 whole world sink
I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and
Stuck to the TV and completely out of it 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 their minds
Get back...Emcees fucking righteous
Craig Mack ain't never got his lumped like this

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

Damage (Damage) You know I'm saying
(Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it me! (Every chance I'm doing 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 nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood
strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.)
Others write with strong words (they build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally inept except subjects are expected
Preconceived conversation styles. "That small talk was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me freestyle this bowel
You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I to use no vowels STUPID!"
I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is HOT. Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over
mommy thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the box
Enemies jock while girl shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on basketball
my composure when game night is over
and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin'

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

4]
I enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to with the shit end of his ugly stick
drama queens in the white college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer
After they're chased an axe...half of their face'll collapse
You ain't copped it Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax?
Well, I'm your typical hiphop political
But I'm not left wing OR wing. I'm the middle finger
And Joe's a sick, demented, mind reader
Who shoots the shit with a 9 MiliMeter
When it's time to rock SHUT THE UP
I never had writer's block and Joey's never in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) It's worth it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't when 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 your area, Non Prophets
Sage on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production
and my man DJ on the cut, bring it!)
(ONE) It's wrong with me
(TWO) It's wrong with me
(THREE) nothing wrong with me
rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh..

I do
I do Damage