Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
by: Sage Francis
album: of Waiting Tables
Strange Famous Records

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis 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 make notes 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.
virtual acquaintances exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something 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 past creative limits,
And I don't anything else left to say to the critics.
is it because we're different y'all can't stand it?
or that I backstroke against the current and the culprit is
heros might panic 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 come to life is consistently unkind.
I've the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips become blind.

now i've it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
aspirin addicts are advocates of happiness in tablets.
adamant about their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. don't know the half of it.
magic tricks. experimenting with 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 kept when i was granted the chance,
but my song getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only that'll help
someone like you feel 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 your song.
here-- another battle for you to about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, i'll talk over your head,
knowing your dead career has one year left til everyone 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 want to the moment. Let...
first understand the open threats that poets get
who's wet behind the ears? who a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and 'bout how we gets no respect.