Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Francis
Sick of Waiting Tables
label: Strange Records

(these lyrics are for the Sage 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 to know thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if they don't you love still...fuck em.
everyone's potential enemy who to diss.
virtual acquaintances exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing else to eat,
needing 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 don't have anything else to say to the critics.
is it because we're different y'all can't stand it?
or that I backstroke 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 and you'll only miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has dissed me at one time.
I've to find life is consistently unkind.
I've the sunshine. sip it sometime until 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 adamant their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't know the of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many words chapped my lips.
there's an asterisk up on my arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music always getting on.
should've calm when i was granted the chance,
but that's my getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this 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 belt but if you to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to about in your damn song.
here-- battle for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, just talk over your head,
knowing 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 don't to waste the moment. Let...
everyone understand the open threats that poets get
wet behind the ears? who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy hold your tek
- go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.