Doomage Damage Remix Featuring Slug Brother Ali lyrics

[Brother Ali]

Damage, uh, damage, uh (4x)



Y`all know good and goddamn well

You`re fucking with a brother who ain`t never had his hand held

and never seemed passed 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 shit 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 thats persistent

0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance

Pistol clear before this new year existed

Somebody get the door

Fuck 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 fucks

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 bullshit 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 damn thing after your city gets undertaken

Pass 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 cocks and cunts

yeah, let`s fuck 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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