Damage
I'm doing Damage
(uh) , Damage (uh) , Damage (uh)
Damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , Damege (uh) , Destruction (terror) , Motherfker say WHAT?
(ONE) something's got to give
(TWO) something's got to give
(THREE) something's got to give
RrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh
Sage Francis is out of it
He done switched his tone
Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch
I drink alone nobody knows so I press on
I go to Fugazi shows
Requesting Minor Threat songs
Drunk driving for Exxon don't
Slalom the icebergs
It's smooth sailing til the
Boat bottom bites curbs no problem
But my sight's blurred don't
Serve me drinks
Because I'll write the words that
Make this whole world sink
I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit
I need to shower, shit and shave
Stuck to the TV and completely
Out of it these days
I've got a CD fk the counterfeit DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl
Then bought Bounce off EBAY
I'm sick of headwrapsthey meditate on rhymes
Swing lead batsto elevate their minds
Get backemcees ain't fking righteous
Craig Mack ain't never got his
Meat lumped like this
I am a nightmare walkin'
Psychopath stalkin'
Natalie Portman with a blank
Tape in my walkman
Talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes
The essential steps of having graphic
Telepathic mental sex
Mind fk me or get the hell
Off of my head case
Suck it up or spit it out
How's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets i love
Ripping off pillow cases breaking teeth
Shoving lip glass in your little faces
Like that! "Do you like that?"
"If you had hands attached to your
Arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked your daughter's school bus
Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply
Gods that you trust
Whose plush style of living
And senseless spending
Is eh heh heh heh-endinnnnnnng
Sage Francis manages bandages
On cancerous mannequins
Standing in pajamas with bananas
And candid cameras
Damage (Damage) You know what I'm saying
(Damage, Damage) yeah, do it with me!
(Every chance I'm doing damage)
Come on y'all!
(Damage) You know the damage (Damage
Smile for me! - bruise your face and dance)
This music's got abusive roots
Fists hit my face on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick
You ain't my blood type
Some strike the wrong nerve
(the way they converse is weak)
Others write with strong words
(they can't build the nerve to speak)
Verbally inept except when
Subjects are expected
Preconceived conversation styles "That
Small talk shit was written kid!"
Caught me watch me freestyle
This bowel movement
You won't hear no "ooohs"
Or "ahhhs" when
I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"
Thought I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is HOT plumbers unclog my
Toilet wearing over mitts
Your mommy thinks I'm dopethere's
No pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your
Throatfrom the penalty box
Enemies jock while their girl
Shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of
It on basketball courts
Maintaining my composure when game
Night is over and I don't strike a posei
Strike a poseur doin' DAMAGE
I'm doing Damage
(uh) , Damage (uh) , Damage (uh)
Damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , Damege (uh) , Destruction (terror) , Motherfker say WHAT?
(ONE) It's nothing wrong with me
(TWO) It's nothing wrong with me
(THREE) It's nothing wrong with me
RRRAArrrrrggghhhhhhh
I quickly enter your honey dip
Strip ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to death with the
Shit end of his ugly stick
Fighting drama queens in the
White college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them
Run their shit like soccer teams
After they're chased with an axehalf
Of their face'll collapse
You ain't copped it when Non-Prophets
Dropped bass on wax? Well, I'm your typical
Hiphop political figure
But I'm not left wing OR right
Wing i'm the middle finger
And Joe's a sick, demented
Jaded mind reader who shoots the shit with
A nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter
When it's time to rock SHUT THE FK UP
I never had writer's block and Joey's
Never been in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) It's totally worth it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't listen when
They say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down
This is MY house
You don't like it? Get the
Fk off of my rooftop
(yeah, yeah, cousin? coming
Through your area, we're Non Prophets
Sage Francis on the lyrics
Joe Beats on production
And my man DJ Mek-a lek on the cut, bring it)
(ONE) It's nothing wrong with me
(TWO) It's nothing wrong with me
(THREE) It's nothing wrong with me
RrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh
I do damage everychance I do Damage