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. 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 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 who loves to diss.
virtual 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 of beating around the bush while 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 can't stand it?
or that I against the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might panic though I clown to be the silliest...
man alive, well I'm serious.
take me for a and you'll only miss the punchline.
every friend of has dissed me at least one time.
I've come to find 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?
addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics know the half of it.
magic tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but too many cold words 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 kept calm when i was the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god let's dance.
dammit, bring stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
someone like you feel good about yourself and the your dealt.
i'll win the but if you need to keep your pants on...
battle for you to talk 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, i'll just over your head,
knowing your dead career has one year left til everyone knows what i said.
they're laughing at you but you know it yet .
i'd say it to face but i don't want to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open that poets get
who's wet behind the who broke a sweat?
man - sip your moet
thuggy dun- your tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we no respect.