Sage Francis Love, Love, Love (Non-Prophets) 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)
  • It's like one mississippi, two mississippi, rush.
    Fiend smiffin' mine, at the scrimmage line
    I got the drug game and game of life all intertwined
    So I sit behind the sensei and study state of mind
    I chase the line with loaded needles and blaze a kinda come down
    Instead I chase the dragon, sun up to sun down,
    With no guns, just lungs set to collapse,
    Hey yo, run rocked rhymes and ??? john wrecked raps
    Get back, I stalk my ex same as a Simpson
    And leave her damaged goods like the financial district
    Can I, kick it with gold feet, from upstate to george beach
    Anonymous john, though stupid fuck, nobody knows me
    Act like we're homies, I'll change the whole style up
    OCD got my head in a ten-car pile up
    Rock paper drop the money and pick the file up
    I'm meltin' rocks for research, how to die quick
    Fuck a sidekick, gettin' wrapped up in violence
    Bullet to the brain, pull it sound of silence
    Let's paint the room with my memory
    Paint me an effigy
    Shoot me up with smallpox and leprosy
    Yo cousin, no need to disguise it
    At night I'm drinkin vials of the west nile virus

    (Chorus)
    Love (for raw rhymes and breaks)
    Love (for no books and crates)
    Love (for however long it takes)

    (Sage)
    I never chose the path of least resistance
    ??? know the math and keep the distance
    Forever go back to speakin' without conviction
    I don't respect the craft if they couldn't know the difference
    Dig this, this is a full time love affair
    Part time suckers, they come unprepared
    Like as if this was a mistress, for them to fuck around with
    This ain't no means of income it's an outlet (outlet)
    Now the counterfeit cash clans get thrown out in the trash can
    Internet b-boys are doing a flash dance
    Audio sound scans, audience claps hands
    Funky cos I never dummied it down for the rap fans
    But what's up with the forced vernacular?
    Fuck gangster talk, do an AIDS walk through Africa
    Boasting a Porsche but can't afford a Maxima,
    Your song's full of chorus, you still think you a rapper huh?
    In with the out crowd, down with the upper echelon
    I'll be a handy man once my legs are gone
    And I feel like hell on wheels
    Seeking salvation any place that sells hot meals
    Teflon steel, touch tone phones and tin cans
    Recycling bins and get-rich-quick scams
    I just, ripped my pants on the last fence I jumped
    And look I gave the washed up just wasn't intense (???)
    Trust I'm workin' on it, the girl called it quits
    Heard her talkin' shit like
    I ain't there, I ain't care and life ain't fair
    Well guess what baby, life ain't and them's the breaks

    (chorus)


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