Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Francis
Sick of Waiting Tables
label: Strange Famous

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments need to be transcribed by him and sent to us if he wants them posted. I could guess but I rather not.)

No one make notes to know thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if they don't you love still...fuck em.
potential enemy who loves to diss.
virtual acquaintances only on a buddy list.
hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something else to eat,
while needing someone else to feed but are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while needing to push creative limits,
And I have anything else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different y'all can't it?
or that I backstroke against the current and the culprit is
heros panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, I'm dead serious.
take me for a and you'll only miss the punchline.
every of mine has dissed me at least one time.
I've to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your become blind.

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i have it?
aspirin addicts are advocates of happiness in tablets.
adamant about their acid trip.
i want a of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold words my lips.
there's an asterisk up on my arm,
but my notes are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on.
should've kept when i was granted the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god dammit dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the thing that'll help
someone you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to keep your on...
battle for you to talk about in your damn song.
here-- battle for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, i'll just talk your head,
knowing your dead career has one year left til else knows what i said.
they're laughing at you but you don't it yet .
i'd say it to your but i don't want to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open threats that get
who's wet behind the who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy dun- your tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we no respect.