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[Verse One]
I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mum's the word still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up - how many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8's
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,
But what's with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I'm a vagabond, who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've *** such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you

[Chorus]
If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
I'd add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

[Verse Two]
Hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle
marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick The grim reap what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
So I'm waiting in the lines that you give me patiently,
While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait inin ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,
say it to me But don't do it with a knife under your clothes
Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I bet
I know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been before
With skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
proving the pain and hurt is relative

All this pain and hurt is relative...

(repeat chorus)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Jah Didn't Kill Johnny[/h]

[h=1]Sage Francis - Killing Time Live On 90.3[/h]

Yeah
Yo, this is Sage representin Secret Service, yo

Welcome to my world kid I've been waitin for a long time
You come with memories and leave with a free will and a strong mind
It's all fine I hope your girl came prepared
My facial hair is like a web I'm catchin knowledge in my beard
Not much is kept though, I let go into the dying hunger
I'm catching teardrops on my tongue from the crying thunder
Why am I younger than you thought I was? be patient
Soon enough you'll see through my physical into a soul that's ancient
My mental age exceeds my chronological it seems illogical
Full comprehension remains marginal
Fully phenomenal wait forever for invasion
Time, it ain't nothin but an unsolved equation
My mind is a prefound universe filled with curse words
My rhyme is a release of peace thought as I disperse verbs
Design a plan of escape into oblivion
Seriously I can't withstand the land that we're both living in
Come with me and give me support, supply assistance
We'll drive the distance and probably die in the persistence
Of breaking free from the age old constraints
Infinity continues, the life force curls fate
The energy drains from the power surges, devoured the urges
The fear is primal when the final hour emerges
Procrastinate and wait until the last minute
My ass is in it, to win, for an infinite
Number of light years as I fight fears that I felt
Since time began let my mind expand with no help
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine, ready and willing I'm

Killing Time
Couldn't be no iller crime
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Killing Time
Before I reach my prime
Killing time, Killing time

I grab ahold of the hour hand that's *** too much power man
Devouring my hopes every now and then
I try to break it down again Go from plan A through Z
Smoothly my mission turns into a murder mystery movie
Move me into a better rap protection witness program
Don't understand Time is no time to have fear for no man
Your whole clan could hold scams I *** schemes that ain't been tried before
That's what you're dying for I'm hiding from the law
Ducking cops, aimlessly bucking shots
Open one day for a lucky hit and time *ucking stops
Line up for props I'm out to get mine with a time-seeking tech nine
Get the job done before my deadline
My schedule's tight I'm knocking off years on my calendar
Decades of game play without a challenger
My excalibur is getting cold and rusty can't get a soul to trust me
Time took its toll and left me old and dusty
Whew! Blow off the dust mites I just might bust mics
Put up fights throw fisticuffs and thrust strikes
With enough might to hold it off in the meantime
Cuz Time ain't nice I'm climbing for life so I don't mind the price
I have to pay day after day to make the laughter stay
And teardrops fade away
Understand the plan, scheme, scam, and plot
Remove your lips from the bottle and your hammer from the glock
I'm tryin to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine ready and willing I'm
Killing Time I'm killing killing time
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
I'm Killing Time

[h=1]Sage Francis - Lie Detector Test[/h]

*** a caveman banging on my back door
*** a hang man hanging on my front lawn
*** an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
*** a paper full of yellow journalism
A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
*** a dimploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

(I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)

In a world where these girl's *** retro tattoos
and all I've *** is a gut and velcro black shoes
and elbows that move in a way that makes space
I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)

(You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, my mic for keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to my girl killing all the ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)

I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
I've *** a small van swerving through a big land
I've *** a road map that's looking alot like a math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've *** a way out but I ain't trying to use it
cuz I've *** some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
I've *** more sense than virtue
I've *** a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

[h=1]Sage Francis - Life Is What Distracts You From Death[/h]

Yo I *** this, I *** this, it goes like this, unh
Life is what distracts you from death
Gaspin for breath
Grabbin your chest
Now look to God and ask him what's left?
No answer, now how can I pass the test?
I can't figure out the order of this bastard's mess
I'm feelin disasterous
Massive stress
It's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put that to rest
I'm sportin rags when I dress
While you're mad obsessed
With Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess
*** selected best when rap was a braggin contest
Now you could of sounded like THIS
To sell records act possessed
I've blasted the best
Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get their fat asses dressed
Masters of sex
Must have been molested dads committed incest
Violated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
*** father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def
As you get gassed by the press
Me? I'm ridin on E, I *** no gas left
I had to walk my way home but I for*** the address
Once I *** there I had no access
To my house
Moms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold back
I know I'm jet white for some reason my beau's ex is bold black
Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap
The way she does when she smoooookes crack
You don't believe me? look here I *** the koooodak moment
Opponents are slow to react
Like when I *** to gave a pound and you throw dap
Now you know that
Every man is listenin
Change your hand positioning
It makes no sense like a satanic christening
They panic from all the shit I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening
I make it interesting
They keep distancing themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my family members that are gone and passed away
Day after day it makes me think about my worth and purpose
On this earth's surface
Since birth, this world has been a circus
Of three rings
Once Armageddon begins
We'll hang ourselves from the tree limbs
With G strings
You see there's too much swinging
From the hips
Read my lips
As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slips
But I made Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems there are
Don't get fooled my the media
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they *** lazy lips
I'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis *** you thinkin maybe it's...
All down hill from here just like the Patriots

[h=1]Sage Francis - Majority Rule[/h]

I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back (W-W-W-Way Back!)
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
See, cuz it's twisted..
In the future, scientists will prove that we never even existed

[Verse One]
I *** lectured once while eating breakfast for lunch
Said dad to me "Reality is nothing but a collective hunch
Whatever you want the truth to be, simply fool the masses
Attack them mentally with tools of power like the Masters
Get em in elementary school and college classes
Eventually you'll overrule their cowardly asses
Don't worry about society, they're all horrible bastards"
With this knowledge I blast kids. stay dark like Howard's glasses
I'm "Stern!" plus I rule with an iron fist
With no concern, it's so cruel, where did I learn this?
It's in my gene pool. For permanent bliss
It seems cool, only if you suffer from eternal ignorance
Internal innocence rejects external filth. Hurdle the guilt
My ancestors left. Dress with a traditional kilt
Curdled milk that's under suspicion will get spilt
Ain't no use crying. Who's lying about the empire I built?
Another self proclaimed historian
With Einstein as his passenger, and a flux capacitor in his Delorean
Rewrote my past, taught me sin
When we spoke at last he caught me in the chin
There was no need to ask, I know he fought me to win
My broken task is born again, let a new war begin
I think he saw me grin. Played my ass like a sucka
Turned that brunch between me and my father into our last supper

[Chorus]
He'll take us back, take take us back
He'll take us back, take take us back (Take us back back!)
He'll take us back, take take us back
He'll take us back, take take us back (W-W-W-Way Back!)
See, cuz it's twisted..
In the future, scientists will prove that we never even existed

[Verse Two]
So now I'm orphaned into this world of a rewritten past
Where they force my girl to clean and force me to sit in class
The teacher laughs as he preaches math, beats me with a staff
Because the text we read expects us to bleed each paragraph
I speed through the chapter fast. My prospectful wife
Hangs her pride at half mast, force fed domestic life
Is giving her a fat ass...she can't eat no more
"We'll see who laughs last" is what she speaks so sure
as she sweeps the floor
Her bare feet are sore. I'd massage her toes
But she's way too busy doing dirty laundry and washing my clothes
This bastard ass took us back to the dark ages
My heart races. He's *** 1 out of 3 blacks locked in cages
Sage is heading for the mic, but they blocked the stages
Dopes took his notebook, said "Don't look!" as they blotched the page
Ignoramuses must have "idio-dildos" stuck up in their anuses
Dominatrixes explain how pleasurable of a pain this is
I ain't with this game of his.I'm looking for a loophole
Just because you look the part, don't mean you can play, ask Manute Bol
My absolute role is to save whatever is left of me
The last of my true soul, so I dress up like the referee
To get the coach on every bench pissed
They approach me with a clenched fist
So I throw up their past lives and say, "Catch this!"
They get the drift, but fans rush the court
Propaganda programs they hold in their hands
brain washed and flushed their thought
Now it's a blood sport. My girl ain't with this strange land
She was fronting like a cheerleader as she figured out the game plan
Made peeks at play sheets, memorized them like the Rain Man
Conducted her own brain scan, then reversed the chain of command
"She learned the formulas?" The story is unraveling
She seduced Einstein by dressing up like Marilyn..
Monroe. now she's *** a Manson look in her eyes
And a grin that's stretching so wide.damn, son, I'm petrified!

[Chorus]
She'll take us back, take take us back
She'll take us back, take take us back (Take us back back!)
She'll take us back, take take us back
She'll take us back, take take us back(W-W-W-Way Back!)
See, cuz it's twisted..
In the future scientists will prove that we never even exsssss....

[h=1]Sage Francis - Makeshift Patroit[/h]

Frank, what's up man?

I'm just watching some bullshit
On the news. It's fucking bullshit
Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy.

(X3)
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
I Hang Myself at Half Mast

It

[h=1]Sage Francis - Message Sent[/h]

[h=1]Sage Francis - Mullet[/h]

It was the (beatboxing) that *** me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)
Deflate cuz I was gassed
head over heals in love with the electric drums
and spoken vocals which was the joke of locals
and laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town
but the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin
pinning the butterflies to my stomach
which would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing)
more than the (beatboxing)
I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPER
higher level interpreter
i refused to lose focus and recite satanic verses
with manic curses
drug induced worst i know they were saying
kill your mother cuz it paid them well
yet in my flashback i see the foreshadow
ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
called raising hell
i should have run when i had the chance but DMC's
made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,
made me wanna graff-write, made me want to not act white
and not to perpetuate any stereotypes but
i was not about the mullet icehockey haircut
you know the mullet, short on top for the fellas
long in back for the ladies, yea!
i was not about the stonewashed nuthuggers with the french
rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple
nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
metallica, and slayer patch
i had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
could i get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()
I had wild style wars, i rented beat street every week
as i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
buttons on my VCR
I did the pause-play, rewind-stop-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play
all day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for me
was in the expression which would eventually win me acception
(one exception) those around me couldnt give me affection
but i played and paid that video attention till i eventually i
completely bit the (beatboxing)
and found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroy
decoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!
i wore the clock so you could know the time
chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his
sidekick liked the flavor of BASS, i swear to god
hip hop was about being drug free
i swear to god hip hop was about the upliftment of humanity
and i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bach
was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)
guess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr dre used to expressss
himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he's
endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic
suburbanites that blast Mase learned their mad face from onyx
it was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics
dynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonic
hip hop flipped from being autistic to a pop hit
mainstream took control and we cannot stop it
its a black art, being manipulated by white controllers
just like rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing)
we took the (beatboxing) ...

[h=1]Sage Francis - My Name Is Strange[/h]

Rollin' on some lonesome highway, East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine rolling out as one long song
You can think about the woman
Or the whore you mongered the night before

(I'm really feelin' those lighters)

Sometimes you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, "Is that Sage or Xaul Xan?"
And you'll always feel outnumbered when you go to the Scribble Jam
Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh

Say here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, I'm playing a star again
Here I go, My Name Is Strange

(This is the real motherfucking deal y'all, I'm really feelin' those lighters)

When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the road
You can feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you when they ask if they can download
Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said
Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh

Say here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, I'm playing a star again
Here I go, My Name Is Strange

I said here I am, on the road again
Here I am, I'm up on the stage
And I say here I go, I'm playing a star again
Here I go, here I go

Peace, respect, we outa here

[h=1]Sage Francis - Narcissist[/h]