Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Sage
album: Sick of Waiting
label: Famous 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 them posted. I could guess but I would 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 enemy who loves to diss.
acquaintances only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while something else to eat,
while needing someone else to feed but eggshells are in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while to push past creative limits,
And I don't anything else left to say to the critics.
is it just because different y'all can't stand it?
or that I backstroke the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might panic though I clown to be the silliest...
man alive, I'm dead serious.
take me for a and you'll only miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has dissed me at one time.
come to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips blind.

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never it?
aspirin addicts are advocates of happiness 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 tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many words chapped my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune my music always getting stepped on.
kept calm when i was granted the chance,
but that's my song me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if the only thing that'll help
someone like you feel good yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the but if you need to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in damn song.
here-- another for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

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