song: I Apologize (featuring Sole)
written by: Sage Francis
album: Sick of Waiting Tables
label: Strange Famous Records
(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. Sole`s segments need to be transcribed by him and sent to us if he wants them posted. I could guess but I would rather not.)
No one else make notes to know thyself.
those who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if they don`t show you love still...fuck em.
everyone`s potential enemy who loves to diss.
virtual acquaintances only exist on a buddy list.
I`ll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something else to eat,
while needing someone else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.
I`m sick of beating around the bush while needing to push past creative limits,
And I don`t have anything else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we`re different y`all can`t stand it?
or that I backstroke against the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, well I`m dead serious.
take me for a jokester and you`ll only miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has dissed me at least one time.
I`ve come to find life is consistently unkind.
I`ve kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips become blind.
now i`ve lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
aspirin addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they`re adamant about their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don`t know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold words chapped my lips.
there`s an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on.
should`ve kept calm when i was granted the chance,
but that`s my song getting me amped, so god dammit let`s dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that`s the only thing that`ll help
someone like you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i`ll win the belt but if you need to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in your damn song.
here-- another battle for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap
you won`t have to duck, i`ll just talk over your head,
knowing your dead career has one year left til everyone else knows what i said.
they`re laughing at you but you don`t know it yet .
i`d say it to your face but i don`t want to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open threats that poets get
who`s wet behind the ears? who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your moet
thuggy dun- hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle `bout how we gets no respect.
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