Sage Francis feat. Brother Ali , Slug Doomage Lyrics

Sickly Business Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Masters are Back (Non-Prophets)
  • 2 The Failure Disc 2 #6 (Bernard Dolan)
  • 3 Love, Love, Love (Non-Prophets)
  • 4 Stuck
  • 5 Garden Gnomes
  • 6 Killing Time (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 7 Alternatives to College
  • 8 Souvenier (Non-Prophets)
  • 9 Threewrite (Non-Prophets)
  • 10 Tree of Knowledge
  • 11 1996 Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 12 Doomage
  • 13 My Girl Was a Groupie (Joe Beats)
  • 14 Lost Verse of the Mainstream (Non-Prophets)
  • 15 My Head
  • 16 Worlds of After Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 17 Jesus in a Bowl of Germs (Jared Paul)
  • 18 Kiddie Litter
  • 19 Killing Muslims (George McKibbens)
  • 20 Sandpaper Gloves (AOI)
  • 21 1995 Medley
  • 22 Underbite Ben (live in Sioux Falls)
  • 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

    Damage, uh
    Damage, uh

    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

    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

    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
    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, damage, uh
    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

    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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