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

1]
Sage Francis is out of it. He done switched his
Closet Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
Nobody knows so I on..
I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat
Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't slalom the
It's smooth sailing til the bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred. Don't serve me
Because I'll write the words that this 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 these
I've got a CD. Fuck the DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes
lead bats...to elevate their minds
Get back...Emcees ain't fucking
Craig ain't never got his meat lumped like this

2:
I am a nightmare walkin', stalkin'
Natalie Portman a blank tape in my walkman
talkin to over instrumental cassettes
the essential steps of graphic, telepathic mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my case
Suck it up or it out. How's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off cases
Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in little faces
that! "Do you like that?"
"If you had hands attached to your would you fight back?"
I hijacked your school bus
ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust
Whose plush style of living and senseless
is
Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins
standing in pajamas bananas and candid 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) (SMILE FOR ME! - BRUISE YOUR FACE AND DANCE!)

3]
This music's got roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
You bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type
Some strike the nerve (the way they converse is weak.)
Others write strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)
Verbally except when subjects are expected
Preconceived styles. "That small talk shit was written kid!"
Caught me. Watch me this 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
Your mommy I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the box
Enemies jock their girl shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on courts
my composure when game night is over
and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin'

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

4]
I quickly enter your honey dip, ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to death with the shit end of his stick
drama queens in the white college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their like soccer teams
After they're with an axe...half of their face'll collapse
You ain't copped it when dropped bass on wax?
Well, I'm your typical hiphop political
But I'm not left OR right wing. I'm the middle finger
And a sick, demented, jaded mind reader
Who the shit with a nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter
When it's to rock SHUT THE FUCK UP
I never had writer's block and Joey's never in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) It's totally it now
(Jump, Jump) listen when they say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It hurts coming down
is MY house, you don't like it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop

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

I do
everychance I do