(Recorded Voice) You are to the heartbeat of the Sage
Sage posses the and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation As well as split calculation To the future of America The defense of tomorrow had to be discovered now But Sage needed more this New concepts, new tools, new By the past, Sage can project into the future
(Sage Francis) I used to that rappers had it figured out
Monkey, St. Ides, Old English, and Guiness Stout Once a man twice a boy a choice of vice or voice of spite Not enough poisons to pick to this life Now I thought suicide was a myth
I couldn't see my own hands being the ones I'm with That is until I travelled world a bit I understand now if I lose my nerve get the girl to do it!
She the music but preferred the person, she's worth it The only one I left behind the curtain to with Pushin' buttons and playin' levers We'll stay as long as I'm honest in my songs (Radio) Suckers never play shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists Poorly developed, yet highly The black music intertwined with the white man's line
(Recorded Voice) Supersonic, super destructive, unresistable On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day
monitoring, pulse-taking, controlling Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which be understood at a glance
(Sage Francis) It's not a time I'm kept with shivers and cold shakes Sitting on banks to be delivered some soulmates
Or Lift and tuck my for several levels
Fill my body till send me an empty face with the head of devils My breath resembles the of flowers Yanked from life, in a vase Sits and wilts and watch 'em in the name of grave mistakes we all make Believe that we're getting by treating wrong Throw me a reindeer John letter And ill be with bells on Hell So if he calls the hall still got the gall To blame the victory on biggie From malls
To strip They slip Into the drinks that love Tell us to up and get buzzed This is the buzz jump into the saddle Emerge from the dust up in the uphill battle With my drawn and sword out Pointed towards the I sort out words from my war torn I disassociate the actions with meanings
Songs "ends justify their means" mentality Plus I'm Give me a bandaid a band can play A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a grenade I pull the wool over their the pin and push it in 'em Using women as a pin A villian With some war paint and jokes in poor taste We'll see who laughs last all the way to foreign
(Recorded Voice) Ready to over in a matter of seconds to protect the of America Sage has protection too (Come on on, feel it feel it) The protection which comes with the weapons of retaliation But is this enough?
(Sage Francis) (I was) I was B-boyin' in my former
Singing all the at parties Now I'm like don't let Through the in the hotel lobby I'd wear Armani if they me So people who are can rob me Then sex me up Color me confused when paint issues black and white
Resuscitate their grey right back to life It's my destiny she wants me she She me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds I'm fresh
Our kissed the French for their political dissent *mwah* I do it with tongue this time And take that bovine out your wine And take statue back to the lab it was created at Your huddled yearning to breath free 'em back! Your tempest-tossed 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 of America is secure