Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damage, artist - Non Prophets. Album song Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2003
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Damage |
| Sage Francis is out of it. |
| He done switched his tone |
| Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone |
| Nobody knows so I press on. |
| I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat songs |
| Drunk driving for Exxon. |
| Don’t slalom the icebergs |
| It’s smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs |
| No problem, but my sight’s blurred. |
| Don’t serve me drinks |
| Because I’ll write the words that make this whole world sink |
| I’m bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave |
| Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days |
| I’ve got a CD. |
| F**k the counterfeit DJs |
| Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY |
| I’m sick of headwraps… they meditate on rhymes |
| Swing lead bats… to elevate their minds |
| Get back… Emcees ain’t f**king righteous |
| Craig Mack ain’t never got his meat lumped like this |
| I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath stalkin' |
| Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my walkman |
| Talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes |
| The essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex |
| Mind f**k me or get the hell off of my head case |
| Suck it up or spit it out. |
| How’s that medicated bed taste? |
| I replaced the sheets. |
| I love ripping off pillow cases |
| Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces |
| Like that! |
| «Do you like that?» |
| «If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?» |
| I hijacked your daughter’s school bus |
| Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust |
| Whose plush style of living and senseless spending |
| Is eh-heh-heh-heh-endinnnnnnng |
| Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins |
| Standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras |
| Damage (Damage) You know what I’m saying |
| (Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it with me! |
| (Every chance I’m doing damage) |
| Come on y’all! |
| (Damage) You know the damage (Damage) (SMILE FOR ME! |
| — BRUISE YOUR FACE AND DANCE!) |
| This music’s got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights |
| You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain’t my blood type |
| Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.) |
| Others write with strong words (they can’t build the nerve to speak.) |
| Verbally inept except when subjects are expected |
| Preconceived conversation styles. |
| «That small talk shit was written kid!» |
| Caught me. |
| Watch me freestyle this bowel movement |
| You won’t hear no «ooohs» or «ahhhs» when I choose to use no vowels STUPID!" |
| Thought I was kidding when I wasn’t, bitch? |
| Shit is HOT. |
| Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts |
| Your mommy thinks I’m dope… there's no pretending I’m not |
| Put hockey sticks in your throat… from the penalty box |
| Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support |
| Having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts |
| Maintaining my composure when game night is over |
| And I don’t strike a pose… I strike a poseur. |
| Doin' DAMAGE |
| I’m doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh) |
| Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherf**ker say WHAT? |
| (ONE) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| (TWO) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| (THREE) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| RRRAArrrrrggghhhhhhh. |
| I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip |
| Joe Beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick |
| Fighting drama queens in the white college scene |
| Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams |
| After they’re chased with an axe… half of their face’ll collapse |
| You ain’t copped it when Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax? |
| Well, I’m your typical hiphop political figure |
| But I’m not left wing OR right wing. |
| I’m the middle finger |
| And Joe’s a sick, demented, jaded mind reader |
| Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 MiliMeter |
| When it’s time to rock SHUT THE F**K UP |
| I never had writer’s block and Joey’s never been in a production slump |
| (Jump, Jump) It’s totally worth it now |
| (Jump, Jump) Don’t listen when they say it’s not |
| (Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down |
| This is MY house, you don’t like it? |
| Get the f**k off of my rooftop |
| (Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through your area, we’re Non Prophets |
| Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production |
| And my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, bring it!) |
| (ONE) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| (TWO) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| (THREE) It’s nothing wrong with me |
| RrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh. |
| I do damage |
| Everychance I do Damage |