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Y'all know good and goddamn wellYou're fucking with a brother who ain't never had his hand heldand never seemed passed outRolling baby strollers over broken floating bottlesIn a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside youFor this respect, I sweated and bledand have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said"We're unaware of his racial make-upwe know he's an albino but can't science the face up!"Never question what I amG-O-D knows if you don't, you can never understandso you need only know that I'm unrelentingNothing breaking, never ending, seldom bendingCast shadows like light descendingMust not discuss divorce with the case still pending, butI got some shit to tell you on my next recordfor 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 persistent0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistancePistol clear before this new year existedLetras de cancionesSomebody get the doorFuck it, let 'em snoreIt's all been said beforeburied in a metaphorLucy is hip-hop, and Jacob's a princeSean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP nowThey say I'm buggin, because of the way I love 'emNervous, cause I know I'll never make the perfect husbandWhat, they treat me like LL for art fucksThey hang out and argue about my clown thought and *snort rocks*<---(reversed)From the twin cities, call it the deuceSkinny grizzly-bear alcoholic on the looseSing with me, show your love, give me proofFlip the switch to damage and make this planet move[Sage Francis]Never intended on making records that seemed too slickPeeps 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 soulmatesGetting cold feet, if my queen don't awakeMy feeble bones break, spines curve (now I'm serious)People don't take time to learn outside the pyramidsWHAT THE DILLY IS? I'm unsure, but so sin-surrGet your hurr did, that ain't a perm yo, that's a temporaryThat 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 ringYou don't know a damn thing after your city gets undertakenPass me a sissy so sucka I'll slay himDamage, uh (repeat)DancesFamineDamperDancerFrancisHah, MF Doom on the beatNon-Prophets, Slug and AliTogether at last, like cocks and cuntsyeah, let's fuck it up! Clip that beat(spoken interview clip)You know, we're pretty much humanousand that's where we'd like to work fromFrom that vantage pointExactly, and you know Non-Prophets is spelledlike you know, like P-O-R-P-H-E-T like meaninglike Non-Prophets, almost like a pun in the word From Letras Mania