Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

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

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. 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 on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while something else to eat,
while needing someone else to but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while needing to push past limits,
And I don't 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 is aerodynamic?
heros panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, I'm dead serious.
me for a jokester and you'll only miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has me at least one time.
I've to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime your lips become blind.

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i have it?
aspirin addicts are avid advocates of in tablets.
adamant about their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting with and assonance,
but too many cold words chapped my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of from my music always getting 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, this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
someone you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
win the belt but if you need to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in damn song.
here-- another battle for you to about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

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