Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

2:
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath
Natalie Portman with a blank in my walkman
talkin to myself over instrumental
the essential steps of having graphic, mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head
Suck it up or spit it out. How's that medicated bed
I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off cases
Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in little faces
Like that! "Do you that?"
"If you had hands attached to your would you fight back?"
I your daughter's school bus
ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust
Whose plush style of living and spending
is
Francis manages bandages 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 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 on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my type
strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.)
Others with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally except when subjects are expected
Preconceived conversation styles. "That small talk was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me freestyle bowel movement
You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"
Thought I was kidding I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is HOT. Plumbers my toilet wearing over mitts
mommy thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the box
jock while their girl shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on courts
Maintaining my composure when game night is
and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin'

I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), (uh)
Damage (uh), (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?
(ONE) nothing wrong with me
(TWO) It's wrong with me
(THREE) It's nothing wrong 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 ugly
Fighting drama queens in the white scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit soccer teams
After they're chased with an axe...half of their face'll
You copped it when Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax?
Well, I'm your typical hiphop figure
But I'm not left wing OR right wing. I'm the middle
And Joe's a sick, demented, mind reader
Who shoots the shit a nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter
When it's time to SHUT THE FUCK UP
I never had writer's block and Joey's never been in a production
(Jump, Jump) It's totally it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't listen when say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It always coming down
This is MY house, you don't it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop

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

I do
everychance I do