(Recorded Voice) You are listening to the of the Sage
Sage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second As well as split calculation To protect the of America The defense of tomorrow had to be discovered now But Sage needed more this New concepts, new tools, new By analyzing the past, Sage can into the future
(Sage Francis) I used to think that rappers had it out
Brass Monkey, St. Ides, Old English, and Guiness Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or of spite Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy life Now I thought suicide was a suburban
I see my own hands being the ones I'm murdered with is until I travelled this world a bit I understand now if I lose my nerve get the girl to do it!
She heard the music but preferred the person, worth it The only one I left behind the curtain to work buttons and playin' with levers We'll together as long as I'm honest in my songs (Radio) never play this Scared of dismissing clear channel playlists developed, yet highly advanced The black music intertwined the white man's line dance
(Recorded Voice) Supersonic, super destructive, unresistable On the job, the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability
monitoring, pulse-taking, controlling Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which be understood at a glance
(Sage Francis) It's not only a time I'm Busy with shivers and cold on snow banks Waiting to be delivered some
Or Lift and my fate for several levels
Fill my body till they send me an empty face the head of devils My breath the smell of flowers Yanked life, placed in a vase Sits and wilts and watch 'em in the name of grave mistakes That we all Believe that we're getting by ourselves wrong Throw me a John letter party And ill be there bells on Hell So if he calls the city They got the gall To blame the on biggie smalls strip malls
To clubs They slip Into the drinks that kids Tell us to up and get buzzed This is the kill jump into the saddle Emerge from the dust kicked up in the battle my guns drawn and sword out Pointed towards the I sort out words from my war torn I the actions with their meanings
Songs from "ends justify their means" Plus I'm me a bandaid a band that can play A fanbase with aids and a voice like a hand grenade I pull the wool over vision the pin and push it in 'em Using as a pin cusion A villian With some war paint and done in poor taste see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks
(Recorded Voice) Ready to take over in a of seconds to protect the future of Sage also has too (Come on come on, it feel it) The protection comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation But is protection enough?
(Sage Francis) (I was) I was in my former body
all the songs at parties Now I'm like don't let Through the door in the lobby I'd wear Armani if they me So people who are can rob me forcefully sex me up Color me confused they paint issues black and white
their grey matter right back to life It's my destiny she me she beckons She left me for dead but death didnt want no seconds I'm fresh
Our freedom kissed the for their political dissent *mwah* I do it with tongue this time And that bovine blood out your wine And take that statue back to the lab it was at Your huddled yearning to breath free 'em back! Your homeless to me 'em back! The has cracked
(Recorded Voice) And as as we're on guard As long as ready to look ahead To move The future of is secure