Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
by: Sage Francis
album: Sick of Tables
label: Famous Records

(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 but I would rather not.)

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

I'm sick of beating around the bush while to push past creative limits,
And I have anything else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different y'all stand it?
or that I backstroke against the current and the culprit is
might panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, I'm dead serious.
take me for a jokester and only miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has dissed me at one time.
I've come to life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until lips become blind.

now lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
aspirin addicts are avid advocates of in tablets.
adamant about their acid trip.
i want a bite of the Adam bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold chapped 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 calm when i was granted the chance,
but my song getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing help
like you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in your song.
here-- another battle for you to about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, i'll just talk over 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 face but i don't to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open threats that get
wet behind the ears? who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip moet
dun- hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and 'bout how we gets no respect.