Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Sage
album: Sick of Waiting
label: Strange Famous

(these 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 would rather not.)

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

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

now i've it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
aspirin addicts are advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. don't know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting with and assonance,
but speaking too many cold words my lips.
there's an up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music always stepped on.
should've kept calm i was granted the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god let's dance.
dammit, bring stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
like you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to keep pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in 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 over your head,
knowing your dead career has one year til everyone else knows what i said.
they're laughing at you but you know it yet .
i'd say it to your but i don't want to waste the moment. Let...
everyone understand the open threats that poets get
who's wet behind the ears? who a sweat?
man - sip your moet
thuggy hold your tek
- go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.