Sage Francis - Doomage lyrics

Y'all know good and goddamn well You're f**ing with a brother who ain't never had his hand held And never seemed pa**ed out Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you For this respect, I sweated and bled And have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said We're unaware of his racial make up We know he's an albino but can't science the face up Never question what I am G O D knows if you don't, you can never understand So you need only know that I'm unrelenting Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending Cast shadows like light descending Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending But I got some sh** to tell you on my next record For now, we and Sage Francis connected and did Damage, uh Damage, uh Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas Hope is one struggled game thats persistent 0 plus 1 2, for Self, no a**istance Pistol clear before this new year existed Somebody get the door, f** it, let 'em snore It's all been said before, buried in a metaphor Lucy is Hip Hop, and Jacob's a prince Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now They say I'm buggin' because of the way I love 'em Nervous 'cause I know I'll never make the perfect husband What, they treat me like LL for art f**s They hang out and argue about my clown thought and snort rocks From the twin cities, call it the deuce Skinny grizzly bear alcoholic on the loose Sing with me, show your love, give me proof Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move Never intended on making records that seemed too slick Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT Weak bullsh** pulls chicks, but Joe Beats flosses every day Ain't he ain't talkin' 'bout my gold teeth My hobo teeth is no sleep for seeking soulmates Getting cold feet, if my queen don't awake My feeble bones break, spines curve (Now I'm serious) People don't take time to learn outside the pyramids What the dilly is? I'm unsure, but so sin surr Get your hurr did, that ain't a perm, yo, that's a temporary That ain't a wormhole, that's a cemetary where they bury the lies I'm lampin', I'm cold, cold lampin' out in the snow, campin' Cuttin' wires so your phone can't ring You don't know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken Pa** me a sissy so s**a I'll slay him Damage, uh, damage, uh Dances, famine Damper, dancer, Francis Hah, MF Doom on the beat Non Prophets, Slug and Ali Together at last, like co*ks and c*nts Yeah, let's f** it up, clip that beat You know, we're pretty much humanous And that's where we'd like to work from From that vantage point Exactly and you know Non Prophets is spelled Like you know, like P O R P H E T like meaning Like Non Prophets, almost like a pun in the word