Damage

[Intro]
You're a bitch
[?] I knew he was talkin' shit about me
[?] I was like [?]
(Motherfucker say what)

[Hook]
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..

[Verse 1]
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. Fuck the counterfeit DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off eBay
I'm sick of head raps (Head raps) they meditate on rhymes
Swing lead bats (Lead bats) to elevate they minds
Get back (Get back!) Emcees ain't fucking righteous
Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this

[Hook]
I'm doin' damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Destruction (terror), motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh...

[Verse 2]
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 fuck 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 gloss 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-ending
Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins
Standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras

[Bridge]
Damage! (I-I do damage, I-I do damage!)
You know what I'm saying? (I-I do-do- I do damage)
Yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I do damage, damage)
Come on y'all! (I-I do damage) You know the dance (I-I do damage)
Smile for me! (I-I do damage) Paint your face and dance!
Paint your face and dance!

[Verse 3]
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 "ohs" or "ahs" 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 oven 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 poser, doin' damage

[Hook]
I'm doin' damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh)
Destruction (terror), motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..

[Verse 4]
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 hip-hop political figure
But I'm not left wing or right wing, I'm the middle finger
And Joe's a sick, little jaded mind reader
Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 millimeter
When it's time to rock, shut the fuck 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 fuck 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 Mekalek on the cut, bring it!)
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh...

[Outro]
La la la (I-I do damage)
La la la (I-I do damage)
Every chance I do damage!
Comin' to your town, like some pro wrestler shit!
Talkin' to your mom just like this:
"Hey lady! What's up now?"
Yeah!