The sun flies through the sky leaves darkness in it's wake And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate To be honest sometimes I want you to relate This ain't up for discussion it's not a topic for debate Entrepeneurs that want to bottle up the hate And slap a label on the glass so hard that it'll break And if you break it you buy it and we sold it by the case It's ok if you just try it you can hold it to your face
How close can you get without touching it How far removed can you get from the public Can you keep a secret? If not, can you tie a slipknot? Can you stand high up on this brick block? Listen to the clock tick tock and switch gears It's been 1 2 3 4 5 6 years
Are they all dancing now? Are you joining the party? Are just celebrating your life just by destroying your body? It's a part of your psyche that I want to sightsee I dont need you as a tour guide and I dont want you to like me I was voted least likely That's it just least likely So pardon me if I seem fiesty Bite my tongue like a bullet take a pull from the peace pipe Push past the low expectations of me each night
I leave light in my wake and I moonwalk across the floor Until I hear the sex kittens all purring at the door There's something outside that we all want But inside there's an ex who marks a soft spot Till it rots and decays and then no one else cares It's been 7 8 9 10 11 12 years
Now I sell pennies to the well-wishers I fish through the coinslots I fall through a girls bait participate in boycotts I demonstrate a demon's trade With a face void of thoughts If that don't launch a thousand ships Than that's a helen of troy's loss There's nothing in this horse It's hollow it's empty it's entry will not be forced Like an eyesocket stripped clean of tears It's been 13 14 15 16 years
I got rap control with a whack patrol In a industry where they give me cash for soul I aint buyin' into the fashion show I got a big foot, I could kick your whole asshole. Spaghetti, spaghetti, tuna casserole. They force all their rhymes while I grab his balls. They don't care what I have to show I'm lucky if a single of my albums goes Gold. Talkin 'bout Platnium Plaques you hold? Like McDonalds talkin 'bout how many Big Macs sold It don't matter, Fuck Yeah I jacked your flow Ask Biggie and Pac how many raps you stole fucka. I'm just having some fun For real, I aint trying to have beef with anyone 6 million ways to die, choose none. I like 99 rappers but Jay-Z aint one HIT ME! If you hate Hip Hop i feel bad for you son I like 99 rappers but Jay-Z ain't one.
Day one I played with her blood Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love Day three her blood played with me Dirty talk caught me off guard She had the nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy
Baby, you don't know where my mind has been Fell off the bike more than twice But it's time to ride again This time I learned from my past falls Old wounds may re-open soon Burn 'em in alcohol I heard that last call It was a close one Road runners Know which direction to go when snow comes We're coasting With extra traction on radial tires Having sex in the back wrapped in radio wires Self abusive, Stuck in a bad place A Head full of bruises and scratched face I bled profusely Stirred in my juices So you could taste me Put my neck in a noose And swung to safety Found a land mine planted in the sole of my foot I can't find santcum in the holes I've been put I keep digging Covered in earth I undress They run tests I leave the dirt to the experts White coats and shiny objects I jump their lifeboat science project We got a floater Guinea pig overboard Stone sober hillbilly kid with open sores And ripped vocal chords Tearing them out It's a mute manifesto that you'll probably never hear about Weirded out about my wearabouts Swears pierce my mouth A bearded medicine man who wears a pouch Keeps digging I'm swimming uphill Fighting the tide of mudslides and blood spill Until I've got a shirt off my back And a girl on attack On top With a curled lip The world map is our bedsheet We share geography now I explore virgin territory The squeaky swat acted as a mating call Had Nothing on me but her And didn't feel naked at all Ever feel the need To keep it so real you feed Yourself into her hunger and don't care if she bleeds Asking all these questions Isn't highly recommended They'll eventually get answered If you put time into friendship That's assuming that what you're doing is helping And it's not like you'll know until you uhhh Reach the ending
She wanted my Agony agony agony In her body
Day one I played with her blood Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love Day three her blood played with me Dirty talk caught me off guard She had the nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy
She was crazy I need more holes to breathe from Went under the knife And contemplated freedom Put it all out on the operating table Clutching onto rubber ducks I played double dutch with some jumper cables Then I broke like the water It started rushing All of a sudden There she was... gone I'm the fall guy She's the sight for sore eyes I'm in labor all night until a new day is born Her globe rotates like eyes roll dice Earth pulls a 180 When I look into her snake eyes I'm not afraid of dying Pieces of me die all the time I keep digging (I keep digging) I leave the dirt to the experts Who push the boundaries of pleasure til the sex hurts I hold today with a death grip And play hard to get with tomorrow So as not to look so fucking desperate Face sweaty Hands unsteady Blood pressure off the charts My heart hangs heavy Untreated wounds Through repeated moons are seeds soon To develop in your needy womb A feeble, ill cocoon I don't grieve for many people I don't mourn the pieces killed in you My injection must have been lethal Pick up the shovel love You got some digging to do
Agony agony agony [x4]
She wanted my Agony agony agony [repeats as sage says the following:] Day one I played with her blood Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love Day three her blood played with me Dirty talk caught me off guard She had the nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy
[Verse One:] Who wants to play a game? / Game Boy / Boy George / George Bush / Bush pie / Pie plate / Plate Tectonics / Catch my continental drift / Driftin' / Inward / Word play / Play time / Stop quick / Quick pick / Pixie stick / Stick shift / Shifty eye / Imus in the Morning / Mourning the death / Death Metal / Medal award / Award winning / Winning vote / Vote for the lesser / Service myself / Self-sufficient / Sufficient funding / Dingoes eating my baby / Bees Wax / Wax on Wax off / Awful / Lawful / Falafel wraps / Raps off beat / Beat poet / Poet Lauriet / "It doesn't look like an ice sculpture, or…" / Orbit / Bit the culture / Culture clash / Clash of the Titans / Insecure / Cure for cancer / Sir, yes, sir / Serbian attack / Tactful / Full of shit / Shitzu / Super hoe / Hoe Hoppin' / Hop in the van…sure / Sherbert / Burt and Ernie / Knee pad / Pad lock / Lochness Monster / Stir the Madness in a Cup / Couple / Pull your weight / Wait on her / Herpes / Peas porridge in a pot / Pot luck / Luck of the draw / Draw bridge / Bridge the gap / Gap teeth / Teeth marks / Marxist / Sister Act II / Too much love / Love handles / Love handles itself / It's selfish / Fish and chips / Chips paint / Paint brush / Brush with death / Death Wish / Wish upon a star / Star struck / Struck gold / Gold plate / Plate Tectonics / Catch my continental drift / Drift inward / Word Play / The Non-Prophets / Cuz some emcees are all word and no play / Some rappers are all DAT and no DeeJay /
[Verse Two:] This is Sage Francis / Francisco / Co-Dependent relationship / Ship wreck / Recollect / Electoral vote / Vote me into Senate / Knit picky Joe Beats / Joe beats off to Asian porn / Pawn Shop / Shop of Horrors / Horoscope / Scope the premises for records / Kids incorporated / Rated X / Extremely dope / Dope smoking / King Tuttenkhamen / Common practice / Disaholic #1 / Won the battle, lost the war graffiti bombin' / In the event of an emergency / Seek helping hands / Han Solo / Low profile / File for divorce / Divorce court / Caught cheating on your progress report / Port Authority / Delightful / Philander / Reliable / Bologna / Neanderthal pandering whore / Hormones make whores moan / Mona Lisa / Lease a car / Car phone / Phonograph / Graphic language / Language Arts / Arts festival / Voluptuous tone / Tone Loc / Location / Shin guard / Guard your Grill / Grill piece / Peace pipe / Pipe line / Line backer / Back 'er up / Uptown baby baby baby baby, uh! / Another one bites the dust / Dust mite / Might an emcee want to bust a mic? / Michael Jackson / Son of Sam / Samson / Samsonite / Night of the Living Bassheads / Head south for the summer / Somersault and fall / Into your Winter Wonderland / Where bed springs sing this song… / Cuz some emcees are all word and no play / Some rappers are all DAT and no DeeJay / DeJay Perseus…break it down like THIS! /
[Verse Three:] We are the Non-Prophets / Fitzgerald Ford / Four door / Door prize / Prize winning ticket / Ticket stub / Stub my toe / Tow truck / Truck Turner / Turn her off / Off base / Basic / Sick of drug-free / Free Mumia / Ya' gotta' pick your battle / Battle cry / Cry Baby / Baby Huey / Huey Lewis and the News / News at 9 / 1980 / 87 was the year I saw the Run's House Tour / Tore your green card apart / A Part Time Sucka with no job / Job-core / Correlate / Late pass / Pass me by / Bypass / Pass the time / Time passes slow / "Slow Down…you little hooker" / Hooker T. Washington / Tinted window / Doberman Pincer / Pinch 'er ass / Assets / Sets the mood / Moodswing / Swing Low Sweet Chariot / Chariot of fire / Fire water / Water log / Log Cabin / Cabin Fever / Throw ninja Stars of David / David Letterman / Let 'em inside from the snow / Snow cone / Coney Island / Lyndon Johnson / Sinbad / Bad dog, no! / No play and all word / My flows spray awkward moments into the airwaves. They're altered / Altered Beast / Beastiality / Decreased / Creased Lee jean / Gene pool / Pool hall / Hallmark / Mark of the beast / Beastie Boy / Boy-loving priest / Priesthood / Hood rat / Rat bastid / Did you know heaps of hoe freaks / Peck the wood so much they're left with broke beaks? / I chuck the bird so far they're left dangling from phone lines like old sneaks / So don't sleep on what your soul seeks. It's Sage and Joe beats
Now I know it ain't right, but I decided I hadta' Us poets paint life, but don't get recognized till afta' So I faked my own death just to see what would happen As I taje shallow breaths and wait for people's reaction It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter...wait Before long I was on display at an open casket wake And I'm the main attraction who draws a crowd. A freak show of sorts Good thing my skin is pale enough to pass as a decomposing corpse Frozen in my thoughts, laying stiff...playing with People's emotions and awaiting a kiss from praying lips that I hate but miss. She didn't show...although she sent a card with flowers How considerate. That little bitch would make me sit in my car for hours Heartless powers start to devour my patience...it gets me violent I'm ready to fly shit and end everything like "I QUIT!" Then again I sit deathly quiet...biting my tongue Just excited that some kids...who were invited to come did I'm the center of attention...the talk of the town It ain't all that profound, but on this special day of mine I'm the one the universe revolves around It's like a birthday...kind of. I also found that it's the worst way to find love. White doves battle black crows in one of the back rows And everybody my ass knows back home is sporting black clothes Looking glum as usual...it's all too familiar I put the fun back into funeral. My morbid humor'll kill ya' For all that it's worth...the people who I thought were jerks Were putting on the water works and it sorta hurts My momma stroked my hair with so much care but hardly spoke Now my heart is broke, and yeah...I should've let her in on the joke But I'm honestly choked up, and I'm stuck holding back my tears As I absorb the atmosphere, "I wanna turn back I'm scared!" Then a hand touches my shoulder to calm my nerves And something odd occurs because I heard my father's words So I got disturbed...as he expressed what he's never said What bothered me the most is that I remembered...he's dead I manifested destiny. The best and worst of worlds has come true As I'm buried alive, in the back of my mind echoes his words: "I love you."
Lights are out, phones are dead and I'm the only thing that's runnin in this city except for the clouds and man they're comin down if i knew my way around wouldn't feel so dizzy
where's tele? nobody can tell me i don't speak a lick of that language and got a slippery memory if i spelled it all out on my arm, only if but i didn't so i think get a grip kid, deal with it baby's waiting for a ring wont settle for the substitute excuse that's forming i got a complicated case of escapism for her i try to rewire my nature too tired to wake her up odder that artificial calm she was on drug-induced future that slipped out of her palms seductive rain dancer, she thinks i'm waterproof like superman doesn't need a roof over his head when i come home to roost i need truth to hold in bed but i'm seeking salvation in a booth
and the phones are dead and the lights are out and i'm the only thing livin in this ghost town except for the clouds, and man they're comin down if i knew my way around by now i'd be bound for home
blackout on white night in rome blackout on white night in rome
i know that i'm in love, but i know i'm out of touch and i know that i get dumb when i can sense something's up and then i bottom out European tailspins scrolling messages out on my pale skin in hopes that they get mailed in before the ink poisoning takes effect and it gets smudged because i budge before letting paint set i get judged by the ones who have shelter and rain checks while i trudge through the mud cuz its pouring to rain sweat regain consciousness and lose common sense the ominous dark skies that lie between me and providence are signs the obvious answer isn't standin on your face with stilettos on if you pop the question wrong every song's a post afterthought i wont grab the chalk to outline my body of work toe-tags get caught in my teeth cuz my foot is in my mouth and spurs are in my words so my tongue cant dismount even after our rapport had fully run its course couldn't figure out the most heroic time to jump from the horse and place this old hat for the last time on the coat rack but i donate all of my earnings from this race just to know that resisting urges to go back and get it later like the milk wouldn't sour itself in the refrigerator a wet boy in a dry, dry state on an old country road where tradition has a blind date i make it dance on its own grave tonight with a change of direction by the pale moon light
and if it needs theme music i'll break out the bagpipes and play a tune a ghost wrote me in a past life that goes like...
blackout on white night in rome blackout on white night in rome blackout on white night in rome blackout on white night in rome
Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt "Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!" I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek Until my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeks We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that I've had it Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies Born in the 70's of the 20th century Making that distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me And my genesis. What's most important is to remember this Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce
I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close to me or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break my old routines Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols...
Cut out the middle man...
But my woobie is in demand...
I'm feeling like a kid again.
"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again."
I've been patient. I've been a mental patient. I've been a parental replacement for kids sent to the basement. I'm a has-been. I've been had. I've become best friends with a pen and pad understanding the logic of an inanimate object standing in the projects with a sign around my neck saying "Show me my respect!" They thought it as a setup, upset. I've been unusual. I've been an unusual suspect. You're beautiful, just check to make sure that you're musical on set. I'll be back in a minute. React to the limit and find out if ya act offended asking me if you can kick it? I said "No you may not." Cause your flow just ain't hot. So you busters stay shy. What the fuck do they got? Watch your mouth. What'd that bitch say? That went way out. No doubt hit by the ricochet. Kids today. I just don't trust em. When I have mine I'm a make him speak in rhymes. He'll think that it's custom I'll tell him that he's Muslim every Christmas so on December 25th he'll be giftless. Then I'll convince this dumbass he's actually a witness of Jehovah, flip mat sheets on the sofa, have him bring fat chicks on over. Give em drinks if they're sober. We'll make some noise soon. If she stinks up an odor, send it to my boys room. This is my house. You don't like it you can get the fuck out. Cause under my roof, you live by my rules, son. I make you want to bounce.
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce. Joey Beats makes you wanna bounce. Non-Prophets weathered and deep cuts. We send battle rhymes to shatter minds. The Secret Service Crew But they'll all fall through. Non-Prophets. If you're jumping up and down right now stop it.
I've made a man mad. I've been a mad man. I've been a goody two shoes who walks bare footed in a bad land. I've been to Madison. "What's up?" to my Boston heads. I came to visit y'all but you know me I got lost instead. I toss in bed. Keep myself awake at night. Worried that I might not fall asleep until I see the light. My friends wanna see me fight cause I'm a Black Belt Karate Master! I'd rather have my freestyle raps sale the party's laughter. Plus I'm out of shape and haven't trained in months. Can't count how many times my face has been punched. I'm feeling cranial lumps. They made you a chump. I left you walkin a course of mind anguish with sign language is y'all def or what? That depends. You mean the d-e-a-f kind? He must've read my lips so hard that he was left blind. I've never been signed but I've been signed off. Cause I never rhyme soft or wore designed cloth. Every time I cough I swear to God that it's a cardiac arrest Feel my chest. Make sure it's not a heart attack. I'm stressed. It's rest that I probably lack. Yes. I'm a full fledged over the edge hypochondriac obsessed with cleaning the rims on my Pontiac. Rollin through the plaza asking "where tha party at?" come in hardly last but hardly fat buying oil in Iraq to get him violent and his car keys back. My wife don't want me back. I want to hold her. It's a shame she ain't been the same ever since I told her "This is my house. You don't like it, you can get the fuck out. This is my roof, you live by my rules bitch." She said I had to bounce.
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce. Joey Beats makes you wanna bounce. Non-Prophets weathered and deep cuts. We send battle rhymes to shatter minds. The Secret Service Crew But them all fall through. Non-Prophets. If you're jumping up and down right now you missed the topic.
Maze broken She's runnin' Feet swollen He's comin' She's stolen And before he even knows it she's gone. Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps He's dumped, and can't seem to swallow these lumps The beat goes on…
Same fire New passion Old flame Trade it in for a summer fling There's nothing like that sweet old song…
Tip over Root the trees Bend the leaves Blend in with the open wound The freeze frames keep him warm…
The day's frost is scraped off the weight loss The new sign that says keep off As he speeds off into the storm…
Out of spite the lighting strikes him twice He's peeking out on the pike and cheatin life Peeling out on the lawn
Now he's idling His time is dwindling In his mind he's figuring out life's about the little things And his labyrinth And all his magnificence can only keep the mice trapped The princess is innocent She doesn't belong…
(I never thought I'd miss you) They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall… She stopped to think for a minute, and in a split second went AWOL. (I never thought I'd miss you) He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn
He's pullin' on the reigns, the bridle, the shower the storm The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war… The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm… The maze, high tower, clouds are at war The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm… The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war...