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I'm doing (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)
(uh), Damege (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 switched his tone
Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I alone
knows so I press on..
I go to shows requesting Minor Threat songs
Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't the icebergs
It's smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites
No problem, but my blurred. Don't serve me drinks
Because I'll write the words that make 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. Fuck the DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm sick of headwraps...they on rhymes
lead bats...to elevate their 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 a blank tape in my walkman
to myself over instrumental cassettes
the essential of having graphic, telepathic mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head
Suck it up or it out. How's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets. I ripping off pillow cases
Breaking teeth, shoving lip in your little faces
that! "Do you like that?"
"If you had hands attached to arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked daughter's school bus
Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you
Whose plush style of living and senseless
is
Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous
standing in pajamas with and candid cameras

Damage (Damage) You what I'm saying
(Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it me! (Every chance I'm doing damage)
Come on y'all! (Damage) You know the (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
Some strike the wrong (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 talk shit was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me freestyle this bowel
You hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"
Thought I was kidding when I wasn't,
Shit is HOT. Plumbers my toilet wearing over mitts
Your thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in throat...from the penalty box
Enemies jock while their girl athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on basketball
Maintaining my when game night is over
and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin'

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

4]
I quickly enter your dip, strip ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to death with the 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 with an axe...half of their face'll collapse
You ain't it when Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax?
Well, I'm your hiphop political figure
But I'm not left wing OR right wing. I'm the middle
And Joe's a sick, demented, jaded mind
Who shoots the shit a nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter
When time to rock SHUT THE FUCK UP
I never had writer's block and never been in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) totally 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 fuck off of my

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

I do
I do Damage