Damage Lyrics - Singles - Sage Francis

[Chorus] 

I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh) 

Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT? 

(ONE) something's got to give 

(TWO) something's got to give 

(THREE) something's got to give 

rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh... 

[Verse 1] 

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. Fuck the counterfeit DJs 

Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY 

I'm sick of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes 

Swing lead bats...to elevate their minds 

Get back...Emcees ain't fucking righteous 

Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this 

[CHORUS] 

[Verse 2: 

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 fuck 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!) 

[Verse 3] 

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 dope...there's no pretending I'm not 

Put hockey sticks in your throat...from 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 pose...I strike a poseur. Doin' DAMAGE 

I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh) 

Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT? 

(ONE) It's nothing wrong with me 

(TWO) It's nothing wrong with me 

(THREE) It's nothing wrong with me 

RRRAArrrrrggghhhhhhh.. 

[Verse 4] 

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 axe...half 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 FUCK 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 fuck 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