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 Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments need to be transcribed by him and sent to us if he them posted. I could guess but I would rather not.)

No one else make notes to thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em.
everyone's potential enemy who 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 to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of around the bush while needing to push past creative limits,
And I don't have anything 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 is aerodynamic?
heros panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, well I'm serious.
take me for a jokester and only miss the punchline.
every of mine has dissed me at least one time.
I've come to find is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime your lips become blind.

now i've it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant about acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but too many cold words chapped my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music getting stepped on.
should've kept calm i was granted the chance,
but that's my song me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
someone like you feel good about 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 in your 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 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 threats poets get
who's wet behind the ears? who broke a
jiggy man - sip moet
dun- hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we no respect.