Damage

[Chorus]<br>I`m doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)<br>Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?<br>(ONE) something`s got to give<br>(TWO) something`s got to give<br>(THREE) something`s got to give<br>Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Sage Francis is out of it. He done switched his tone<br>Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone<br>Nobody knows so I press on..<br>I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat songs<br><br>Drunk driving for Exxon. Don`t slalom the icebergs<br>It`s smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs<br>No problem, but my sight`s blurred. Don`t serve me drinks<br>Because I`ll write the words that make this whole world sink<br><br>I`m bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave<br>Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days<br>I`ve got a CD. Fuck the counterfeit DJs<br>Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY<br><br>I`m sick of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes<br>Swing lead bats...to elevate their minds<br>Get back...Emcees ain`t fucking righteous<br>Craig Mack ain`t never got his meat lumped like this<br><br>[CHORUS]<br><br>[Verse 2:<br>I am a nightmare walkin`, psychopath stalkin`<br>Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my walkman<br>talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes<br>the essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex<br><br>Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case<br>Suck it up or spit it out. How`s that medicated bed taste?<br>I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow cases<br>Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces<br><br>Like that! "Do you like that?"<br>"If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?"<br>I hijacked your daughter`s school bus<br>Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust<br><br>Whose plush style of living and senseless spending<br>is eh-heh-heh-heh-endinnnnnnng<br>Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins<br>standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras<br><br>Damage (Damage) You know what I`m saying<br>(Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I`m doing damage)<br>Come on y`all! (Damage) You know the damage (Damage)<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>This music`s got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights<br>You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain`t my blood type<br>Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.)<br>Others write with strong words (they can`t build the nerve to speak.)<br><br>Verbally inept except when subjects are expected<br>Preconceived conversation styles. "That small talk shit was written kid!"<br>Caught me. Watch me freestyle this bowel movement<br>You won`t hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"<br><br>Thought I was kidding when I wasn`t, bitch?<br>Shit is HOT. Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts<br>Your mommy thinks I`m dope...there`s no pretending I`m not<br>Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the penalty box<br><br>Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support<br>Having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts<br>Maintaining my composure when game night is over<br>and I don`t strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin` DAMAGE<br><br>[Chorus 2]<br>I`m doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)<br>Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?<br>(ONE) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>(TWO) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>(THREE) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip<br>Joe Beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick<br>Fighting drama queens in the white college scene<br>Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams<br><br>After they`re chased with an axe...half of their face`ll collapse<br>You ain`t copped it when Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax?<br>Well, I`m your typical hiphop political figure<br>But I`m not left wing OR right wing. I`m the middle finger<br><br>And Joe`s a sick, demented, jaded mind reader<br>Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 MM<br>When it`s time to rock SHUT THE FUCK UP<br>I never had writer`s block and Joey`s never been in a production slump<br><br>(Jump, Jump) It`s totally worth it now<br>(Jump, Jump) Don`t listen when they say it`s not<br>(Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down<br>This is MY house, you don`t like it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop<br><br>(Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through your area, we`re Non Prophets<br>Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production<br>and my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, bring it!)<br>(ONE) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>(TWO) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>(THREE) It`s nothing wrong with me<br>Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..