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