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sage francis - doomage (damage remix) (featuring slug & brother ali) lyrics

[brother ali]
damage, uh, damage, uh (4x)

y’all know good and godd-mn well
you’re f-cking with a brother who ain’t never had his hand held
and never seemed p-ssed 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-t to tell you on my next record
for now, we and sage francis connected and did–

(-whispers-)
damage, uh (repeated)

[slug]
wrote this one a couple days after christmas
‘hope’ is one struggled game that’s persistent
0 plus 1 2, for self, no -ssistance
pistol clear before this new year existed
somebody get the door
f-ck 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-cks
they hang out and argue about my clown thought and -snort rocks-
<---(reversed) 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 [sage francis] never intended on making records that seemed too slick peeps move quick from cheap music to g-unit! weak bullsh-t pulls chicks, but joe beats.. flosses every day "ain't he ain't talkin' 'bout my gold teeth!" <---(joe beats) 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 d-mn thing after your city gets undertaken p-ss me a sissy so sucka i'll slay him damage, uh (repeat) dances famine damper dancer francis hah, mf doom on the beat non-prophets, slug and ali together at last, like c-cks and c-nts yeah, let's f-ck it up! clip that beat (spoken interview clip) 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

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