Non Prophets Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Damage Lyrics

[Chorus]

 I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)

 Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?

 (ONE) something's got to give

 (TWO) something's got to give

 (THREE) something's got to give

 Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..

 

 [Verse 1]

 Sage Francis is out of it. He done switched his tone

 Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone

 Nobody knows so I press on..

 I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat songs

 

 Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't slalom the icebergs

 It's smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs

 No problem, but my sight's blurred. Don't serve me drinks

 Because I'll write the words that make this whole world sink

 

 I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave

 Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days

 I've got a CD. Fuck the counterfeit DJs

 Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY

 

 I'm sick of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes

 Swing lead bats...to elevate their minds

 Get back...Emcees ain't fucking righteous

 Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this

 

 [CHORUS]

 

 [Verse 2:

 I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath stalkin'

 Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my walkman

 talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes

 the essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex

 

 Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case

 Suck it up or spit it out. How's that medicated bed taste?

 I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow cases

 Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces

 

 Like that! "Do you like that?"

 "If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?"

 I hijacked your daughter's school bus

 Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust

 

 Whose plush style of living and senseless spending

 is eh-heh-heh-heh-endinnnnnnng

 Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins

 standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras

 

 Damage (Damage) You know what I'm saying

 (Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I'm doing damage)

 Come on y'all! (Damage) You know the damage (Damage)

 

 [Verse 3]

 This music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights

 You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type

 Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak.)

 Others write with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.)

 

 Verbally inept except when subjects are expected

 Preconceived conversation styles. "That small talk shit was written kid!"

 Caught me. Watch me freestyle this bowel movement

 You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels STUPID!"

 

 Thought I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?

 Shit is HOT. Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts

 Your mommy thinks I'm dope...there's no pretending I'm not

 Put hockey sticks in your throat...from the penalty box

 

 Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support

 Having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts

 Maintaining my composure when game night is over

 and I don't strike a pose...I strike a poseur. Doin' DAMAGE

 

 [Chorus 2]

 I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh)

 Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT?

 (ONE) It's nothing wrong with me

 (TWO) It's nothing wrong with me

 (THREE) It's nothing wrong with me

 Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..

 

 [Verse 4]

 I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip

 Joe Beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick

 Fighting drama queens in the white college scene

 Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams

 

 After they're chased with an axe...half of their face'll collapse

 You ain't copped it when Non-Prophets dropped bass on wax?

 Well, I'm your typical hiphop political figure

 But I'm not left wing OR right wing. I'm the middle finger

 

 And Joe's a sick, demented, jaded mind reader

 Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 MM

 When it's time to rock SHUT THE FUCK UP

 I never had writer's block and Joey's never been in a production slump

 

 (Jump, Jump) It's totally worth it now

 (Jump, Jump) Don't listen when they say it's not

 (Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down

 This is MY house, you don't like it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop

 

 (Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through your area, we're Non Prophets

 Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production

 and my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, bring it!)

 (ONE) It's nothing wrong with me

 (TWO) It's nothing wrong with me

 (THREE) It's nothing wrong with me

 Arrrrrggghhhhhhh..