Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Sage
Sick of Waiting Tables
label: Strange 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 to know thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show what it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em.
everyone's enemy who loves to diss.
acquaintances only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing else to eat,
while someone else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while needing to past creative limits,
And I don't have anything else to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different can't stand it?
or that I backstroke the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
might panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, well I'm serious.
take me for a jokester and you'll 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 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.
they're about their acid trip.
i want a of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold words my lips.
there's an asterisk up on my arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music getting stepped on.
should've kept when i was granted the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to if that's the only thing that'll help
someone like you 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 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 your head,
knowing your dead has one year left til everyone else knows what i said.
laughing at you but you don't know it yet .
i'd say it to your face but i don't want to the moment. Let...
everyone understand the open threats that poets get
who's wet the ears? who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
dun- hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and 'bout how we gets no respect.