Sage Francis

[fox69]

"Come Come Now"

"Come Come Now"


[verse]
Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts
My head's close to your closet door.
I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your
business I smell something fishy here.
I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time
Phones that'll ring when I make judgement calls with pick-up lines
Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
It just gets aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone.
I'm the home to run-away trains of thought
My one track mind is a collision inter-course where victim's cross,
Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs
I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
I've lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred
Hid so many lies under my breath that I can't face God
Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard

"Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings
While my world is full of them and they're all in the long runnings
It's all fun and games. It's all done in vane. It's all a -ing shame
I ain't the one but I'm the one to complain?

I'm the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath
(yeah!)

Don't you love how much you paid for your education? (yeah)
Don't you love your job and spending every day there? (yeah)
Don't you love your girl? You have such a healthy relationship. (yeah)
Don't you love having that break-up sex, that make-up sex? (yeah)

[verse]
Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain
The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban
I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain
Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon!
I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat
"Self, have some respect! I don't need you new and clean
But I don't want the procedure routine!"
A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response touch tone
Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem
Run home.dip into your closet and jump bones
Your secret admirer's stuck higher up and he's unknown.
Looking down on you.can you bare the burden?my ears are hurting
I found a few gears are turning
With squeaky wheels.they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance
Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements.
It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth
Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf
Refused its worth, we lose our shirts.she assumed the worst
And needed proof of birth? I'm leaving this universe.

It seems doomed and cursed.see if you come first then come fast
Come here.Come back.Compare.Contrast
Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask,
Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask
Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend
Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend
Carma.Chameleon.Come again?
Continue to come in you.Come to daddy.Condescend
Come and bring us (Confidence).Curlding us (Compliments)
Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense
Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat
Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete
Come to the street.Conquer the weak.Come to terms with coming last
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath. (yeah!)

Don't you wanna take a shower with me? Clean me up. (yeah)
Kill yourself...while you're still alive
(Kill yourself) while you're still alive while you're still alive. [x3]

See when you put a shell to your ear, it is not the sound of crashing waves
that you're hearing. It's the amplified current of your own bloodstream
It was your self-pulse that created that post-human illusion of me. Your
tireless heart pumping out an ocean of lies and I foolishly tried filling
impossible shoes resulting in my stumbling as I fell into the trap of making
a woman my element. Now I just can't get comfortable being out of you...

 

[fox69]

"Conspiracy To Riot"

"Conspiracy To Riot"


They wanna corrupt me. They tried to corrupt me.
This ain't no Swan Song. This is for the ugly ducklings of my country.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE HERE!
'psst psst; conspiracy to riot.'

Peep the game, dummy. You can't keep the reign from me.
It's us who put in the over time, they who make the money.
Snickering at trickle down economy.
We got nickled and dimed? It's more like highway robbery.
Drive in the fast lane. Eyes on the gas gauge.
Listen to neo-cons cry about black rage.
It doesn't stop there.
They're the blowhards. They puff out their chest. They're full of hot air.
Providing entertainment for the status quo.
Then once every 4 years they pander to the black vote.
Oh, religion ain't a tool of control?
Then why they pull the God card once they're losing in the polls?
Foolish. I know. We're victims of circumstance.
It ain't coincidence we're children of the worker ants.
While those in power ain't never owned a pair of dirty pants
But they're quick to kill your health insurance plans.
The rich cheat death with their cheap survival.
They found more than one way to beat the Bible.
Street disciple... my beats are trifle mega.
Don't repeat the cycle, just live your life better.
I'm gonna defeat my rival. That's why I'm writing this letter
to let em know we ain't givin' up the fight ever.

'psst psst; conspiracy to riot'

They wanna corrupt me. They tried to corrupt me.
This ain't no Swan Song. This is for the ugly ducklings of my country.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE HERE!
'psst psst; conspiracy to riot.'

Oh yeah; I've got a weapon of mass destruction';
Parked in the back and it's a vessel of gas consumption.
Rebels of rap production never adapted to nothing.
Imagine my laugh whenever ask me for something.
Like I ain't gave it my all.
You came fashionably late to the headbanger's ball.
After the mob scene lost steam,
And after we spilled pig's blood on the prom queen.
I've been told with old age comes wisdom,
But I've found with old age comes old age.
We're stuck in our old ways like everything was done much better
in some forgotten era. Thumb sucking America.
I can't begin to name the ways I'd pin the blame
on an administration acting inhumane.
If it's killing season let's start within.
When the hunter becomes the hunted they outlaw hunting (ain't that something.)
Confiscate the ammunition!
Cuz there's a wolf in sheep's skin. A pit bull with lipstick.
A pig in a blanket. Some lame duck President
privatizing profit and socializing debt.
Collapsed credit. Journalists get arrested.
Watch the Blackwater operatives go domestic.
Oh, that's a problem? Well don't agonize.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em. A whole pack of lies.
Summer spring and autumn. Now bring the wintertime.
I don't protest snow. I shovel it with picket signs.

'psst psst; conspiracy to riot'

They wanna corrupt me. They tried to corrupt me.
This ain't no Swan Song. This is for the ugly ducklings of my country.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE HERE!


We have the right to assembly and it's the duty of the patriot
to protect his country from the government.
But when we try it; but when we try it;
But when we try it;
it's CONSPIRACY TO RIOT!

Peace rally with my friends. Conspiracy to riot.
When we have no defense. Conspiracy to riot.
Rubber bullets to our heads. Conspiracy to riot.
Conspiracy to riot. Conspiracy to riot.

When we find voter fraud. Conspiracy to riot.
When we defy overlords. Conspiracy to riot.
When we finally pull the cord. Conspiracy to riot.
Conspiracy to riot. Conspiracy to riot.

'Til the truth is revealed. Conspiracy to riot.
We ain't choosing to kneel. Conspiracy to riot.
Let me be the human shield. Conspiracy to riot.
Conspiracy to riot. Conspiracy to riot.

 

[fox69]

"Crack Pipes"

"Crack Pipes"


I'd give a 21 gunshot salute
With the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won't shoot.

And all is well, because there's been one too many shots.
The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox.

Stop the presses.
There's been an update delivered via 1:30 AM phone call.
When an only half-informative source talks discretely...

Meet me...at the family room on the side of the intensive care unit.
Immediately...I'll carry a tune, but the siren's so loud I can't hear my music.
Keep free...of negative thoughts. Everything'll be fine we all assumed.
That it would go back to the way things were. That it would go back to normal soon.

I saw the moon in a way that I'd never seen it before when I looked up that night,
Into the sky...wondering why...looking for answers. Guess I ain't asked right.
I'm guessing most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like.
What that's like. Tell me...what's that like?

It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight.
It's like when a girl grins and a motion of hers that holds your arm and grabs tight.
Hurl him into the ocean. One of those cold sweat, heat flash types.
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes have been known to crack pipes...
Crack pipes...
crack pipes.

Meet me...halfway and I'll go that extra length just to help your strength.
Meet me at the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps.
Bring me to your hiding place so I can face your vice grip.
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick.
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello.
Then afterwards, backstage, to let me know that you enjoyed the show.
Then go to Grandma's house for Sunday dinner. Sit at the head of the table.
Take away the fatal flaw you made the day before I seen you bleed.

Meet me...on Christmas Eve. We can fight but make up before you leave.
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams.

Meet me at the fork in the road where the lost souls get indecisive.
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with.

 

[fox69]

"Crumble"

"Crumble"


They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You cant tell me it's still settling
Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters
Ask directions TO YOUR whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one TORTOISE
Thats why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS
By the time i developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, BUT COAL burns and nothing lasts forever
Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

I've got an insecurity box for your mail
Tracing the name on the return address as if it was made of braille
Pretended it was your finger but careful to not break a nail
The one that sealed the coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trail
But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls
And emptied my head of these old trivial memories that I seem to hold
Now you're a foot note with cement shoes
In case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since I left you

 

[fox69]

"Cup Of Tea"

"Cup Of Tea"


Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night
I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting to tell
whether or not he can even remember the answer..
Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can even fucking remember me.
What a waste of time
But every night it's that same damn routine:
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking from is never clean
I can't remember if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
With more confessions...I don't want to leave you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spill
I see his face fading away. I surely need a refill
I purposely keep still and don't move much
Except to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I will
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer kill the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out
Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."
The concept is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt
I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup

 

[fox69]

"Dance Monkey"

"Dance Monkey"


Ride.
i got two left hooves, two on test.
well, since nobody's steppin' to me
(huh) take me to your cult leader
(huh huh) take me to your local drug dealer
take me to the man in the mirror
when you stand and deliver with your hand on the trigger
an emotional terrorist
I double-M U N E
never make my enemy public
i'm a private dancer, dancin' for money

dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey
(do that thing that's funny)
do i make you wanna laugh?
i make you wanna move
i make you wanna dodo dododo do
[repeat]

case one carries a paint gun
she's unafraid of wavin' when she's gettin' her face done
her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation
burnin' her face in the sun
she loves repetitive songs that keep playin'
you know the repetitive songs that keep playin'
she learned all the words and she works it baby
dangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately
cuz the rhythm is a cancer
she's on a secret diet
a private viewing disease-free tv pilot
she saw the future in a group study
they threw money in her pants

dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey
(do that thing that's funny)
do i make you wanna laugh?
i make you wanna move
i make you wanna dodo dododo do
[repeat]

don't live for the moment - live for the constant
die for what's right or get killed by your conscience
there's a difference between conscience, conscious and conscientious
contrary to popular belief
you're none of these
there's plenty to feed
empty mouths've been nest bound
and kept down and apes won't be bangin on the chest pound
when pacemakers are fragile
they thate the taste of capsules
they feed their face with paxil
females hate their dads still
holy son's got mommy issues on deck at the podium
holdin' tongues with the rituals
more complex than napoleon
i told'em
"it isn't his job to live in a fog"
i don't have a god complex, you've got a simple god

(huh) take me to your cult leader
(c'mon) take me to your local drug dealer
(c'mon man) take me to the man in the mirror
when you stand and deliver with your hand on the trigger
and a can of miller in the other
you can't kill me motherfucker
i got our number, you best disconnect before i call it
the bumper sticker on your forehead's the wrong fit

when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)
when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)
when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)
not that mine'll help ya

dance!

 

[fox69]

"Day Grows Old"
(feat. Slug)

"Day Grows Old"
(feat. Slug)



Build up your saliva and get ready to kill the fire

Spit in the face of figure heads, give 'em a taste of the shit I said
Build a place for children to escape
The inbred human race of living deadbeat
Dads milking the motherless childcare system

Let the sleepers have another nightmare from Christian conservatives
They don't fight fair and any religion would murder kids
If they don't quite care about the condition
Of the prison where we're serving bids
Once I escape my skin cell I won't be banging on the bars of soap
That I dropped into my living hell

The seemingly indestructible knuckles of my fists are clean
Keeping eyes wide open and bulging out like Mr. Bean
Misdemeanors made to look like felonies, the prison queen
Is existing in his own filth and feeling no guilt it seems
It's a dream with cheetah speed we're chasing after
Some are running quick

Track teams want me to lead but face the fact
Y'all can't catch up to it, pace at your own pace on this race track
You'll eventually get lapped on your last leg while stretching my aggression is just a lack of serotonin
Plug the jack of your telephone in to the wall
So I can call your bluff just to say what's up, how ya doin'

Now I've ruined the beautiful sound of silence
Won't get quiet until the voices in my head come down with laryngitis
Talking, talking, talking, talking, so much to say, so little sense to make
Bedposts get chopped off once innocence gets raped
Close the curtains and drapes, pull down the blinds
Cover your ears, block your nose and mouth, shut your eyes

There's a black box in my head which is actually read
When I crash and burn it keeps a record of every last word I said
It goes "one" for the finger, fuck, two for the peace sign
3 strikes, you're out, Casey's at bat with unloaded guns in his mouth

As the day grows old
We pave this road
When we take control
We will save your soul

And it burns just like that famous ring of fire
Sing to inspire, try to loosen up the dirt that clings to the tires
Establish some traction, lingering behind the curtain of satisfaction
I'm certain of nothing, Mr. Knew it all
Late for my disorientation, fate glued to the wall

The pain felt could make the brain melt
Heard the shackles on the ankles, mistook the sound as slay bells
Remember that song called big pimpin'?
It made me want to dance around but I had no type of rhythm
Then I thought I should write a song called sick pimpin'

'Cause I know a lot of beautiful psycho inspiteful women
Now I'm that cat that tiptoes on this pads
With the gauze on track and so as not to cause damage
Hello, Miss Management, time decision making process
Trying to catch the breath I couldn't find 'til I lost it

Stand upon a rock I couldn't climb if I tried
With a fist full of issues, a bag full of pride
Well alright, I'ma write all the problems on the board
If anyone can answer 'em, I'll let them drive my Ford
I quit searching for the truth 'cause the truth can change

It all depends on how the furniture's arranged
If you don't take a moment to sit in the chair
Then there wasn't any point of ever puttin' it here
And I'm lovin' every minute as the day gets vivid

While I'm twistin' up the lyrics of existence
And it goes, one for the wife and two for the house
Three strikes, you're out
Now please remove my life from your mouth

As the day grows old
We pave this road
When we take control
We will save your soul

 

[fox69]

"Dead Man's Float"

"Dead Man's Float"


[Hook:]
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

[Verse 1:]
Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death
We shall fear no evil
For we are the most evil motherfuckers in whatever valley we choose to occupy
Gentrify, overtake or drunkenly speed through
And it's we, the hitchhikers with tired thumbs
Often greeted by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun (it's tiresome)
Now conserve your energy and lay face-down in the waterways
Seek guidance from the sirens calling out to you from those watery graves
Bodies are on display, bloated and holding their crown jewels
Instead of flotation devices, they decided the house rules didn't apply to them
Got baptised in the name of Neptune and then died for him
When the ice was thin, dead man's float for those who don't like to swim

Don't fret cause help is on its way, it'll be here any day
Just stay still and do nothing buddy, remain faithful, you're gonna be saved
And when you meet your maker you can explain
How there was a cemetery of support behind every wager that you placed
All the chorus of every deceased beast that came before is sweetly saying
"We all float down here and wait for riptide to sweep us away"
To the valley of the shadow where we shall fear no evil
For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people
With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists
Holding onto the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this
It's been said "faith could move a mountain"
Faith couldn't even move low-income families away from Biblical floods when they were all drowning
There's not a doubt in my mind and there's not a cloud in the sky
There’s just contaminated rivers filled with waterlogged subordinates floating on by
Float on

Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs
The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday's recycled gifts
They're drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists
Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs
And it's ageless, and it's ancient, and it ain't shit
When compared to the present, so all hail the king
While the paupers and peasants return to the so-called essence
The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence
Float on

[Bridge:]
Float on, float on
Float on, float on

[Verse 2:]
As I proceed to finger the prints
The worst of luck ain't always bestowed upon the old and weak
We stick em, hahaha, stick em where the ocean's deep
Go to sleep young one, have sweet dreams of someone
That you'll never meet, but you'll speak of often whenever you talk in tongues
The coffin comes in the form of a canoe, no paddle
No info, no manual, live slow, don't be so quick to storm the castle
That's survival kids, put an oxygen mask inside the tackle box
Your limbs and abdomen will sense when the pressure of the cabin drops
Shut up when the captain talks, the secret of the enlightened
Is to preach against whatever it is they practice in the dark
We're all born free, we die by the shackles we adopt
Enjoy your buoyancy, right up until the very last drop

The dead man's float, the deadpan joke
The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke
There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still
Face-down in his own waste, while we chase
A shadow in the gallows of the valley of death
Where we shall fear no evil for as long as we can hold our breath
Float on

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Diamonds And Pearls"

"Diamonds And Pearls"


Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an amity villain
With a peeping tom complex

You're just a soul collector
You keep putting 'em in a trash bag
Push 'em in a shopping cart…
Go and act sad

When there's none left to collect
So you go on and make more
But wait, what you lose them to the state for?

The next time you see me
It'll be through plexiglass
There ain't no bail outs in this jail house
Ain't no more petty cash

Easy come, easy go
A penny saved, a penny earned
And I've learned life is cliché
One of these days you get what you deserve

Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But the song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a 2-way vanity mirror
Firing a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla

In the midst of misdirected anger
False blood can run thinner than icy water
Watch the fang-banger
flirt with the Death-star

I cried by your bedside
Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive
Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy
Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride

Domestic piracy
You ran out of family plunder
And launch pads to crash,
so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash

We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours
There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid off
I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case
I watched as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face

Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,
Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers coming off
Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs

Charity case, don't ask me to donate
You axe murdered your soul mate
My backs hurting from an tax burden
Pull your own weight

A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet,
So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt.
With the complexion of a ghost
The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows…
If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp
and you caught me praying with my fingers crossed
So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked?
Well if not, how about this?
Missionary ain’t a job, it’s a position, so assume it
a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that’s abusive

Now isn’t that ironic? With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out the street corner prophet
Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I’m talking dear
I ain’t mad at you, and that’s the only miracle here

I ain’t mad at you…

I’m surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl

 

[fox69]

"Different"

"Different"


"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have fallen
What have I done to myself? It's been way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I ain't the same man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the point of no rerun

Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shine
Holding my head in pure doubt
Out of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to change the world and all
But it looks like the world got to me first
If you can't beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the team by beating yourself

I'm different...in a different way
The only thing that stays the same is change
While people claim their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis made a name for himself
For the record my mother calls me Paul
Which was my father's middle name, but Ray
Stepped in and raised me
It's crazy, but this is a game I play

called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not answering
Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling?
Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership
Spoken word then got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids
I serve emcees who think they're rippin' it
And poets who think they're somehow significant
Meanwhile both are loud and ignorant
And don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

I am different. In a different way
The only thing that stays the same is change
While people claim their states, I state my claims
I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game
I shake what I got, which is a jingly pocket
I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk quick

I talk with authority while I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing
But if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING
It is your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish
Where talk is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not even fish
I'm a real underground rapper
My tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes
I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 heart beats per minute
A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my britches
but I paid my dues when the cost was climbing
If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful island
As long as I've been rhyming, they only started listening
Because for a while they didn't like how
I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissin' in

Plus I had no dead homies to pour out the liquor I don't drink
You can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and I won't blink
I am different so different. I am different so different [x3]

Different like a platypus analytical analyst
By the end of this record ill make sure all of yall
know who sage francis is.