Lyrics Inner Conflict - Sage Francis

Inner Conflict

Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit … Inner conflict.
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit… Inner conflict.
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn’t a comic strip… Inner conflict.
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I’m in a conflict…
I’d rather be artistic.
Painting pictures with my words while freaking a tar pit, you’re broad strokes
are filed with lead, so what you’re eating’s toxic.
With this poisonous self
destruction you’re feeling, stop it.
Taking more than god’s name in vein making
your beating heart quit.
Put you on the floor then pull the carpet out from
under your feet and watch you drop quick, flying through the airwaves hit you
in a drop kick on the WWF wrought his war tip, run up in your crib and watch
that horse trip, playing healthy mind games that keep her thoughts sick the
plot is not the only thing I think is in this porn flick, once I’m done with
her you really think she wants your dick?
That’s not how I’d rather be.
This is not who I would rather be.
This is not what I would rather be.
I am not lit hittin on some club hoppin' bar chick, I star to flick name
dropping on some super star trick, only for the sake of seein her jump on the
jock quick simply get that cock trick spit what your mom drip.
Back to these
bastards who claim they got grip, take your finger off the safety and let your
glock click.
Aim for the back of my fist, make it your target, stigmata.
I let the blood from my palm drip, I’ve got to cold and sober (?
) socials in the Arctic, I’ll single-handedly rip through your family make it
look like a mob hit, better stiff it if your biscuit got limp, I’ll go down
head first like Fred Durst for a hot lick of this lollipop stick.
Sick of suckers thinking they can balk it.
Hip-hop rip offs over a guitar lick.
That little bitch has slit his wrists with his guitar pick.
I stick to my
convictions, it don’t make me a convict, I compliment only those who deserve
the prospect, never tried the chronic chucked the tire tonic, not your normal
human assuming I’m bionic, bout to blow up listen to my inner time bomb click.
Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit … Inner conflict.
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit… Inner conflict.
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn’t a comic strip… Inner conflict.
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I’m in a conflict…
I’d rather be artistic