Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Francis
album: Sick of Waiting
Strange 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 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.
potential enemy who loves to diss.
virtual only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep needing something else to eat,
while needing else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush needing to push past creative limits,
And I don't have else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different y'all can't it?
or that I against the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might panic I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, well I'm serious.
me for a jokester and you'll only miss the punchline.
every friend of 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 lips blind.

now i've lost it, or am i 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. Catholics don't the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold chapped my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on.
should've kept when i was granted the chance,
but that's my getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
someone you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the but if you need to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk in your damn song.
here-- another for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

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