Sage Francis Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Life is What Distracts You From Death Lyrics

Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unh

 Life is what distracts you from death

 Gaspin for breath

 Grabbin your chest

 Now look to God and ask him what's left?

 No answer, now how can I pass the test?

 I can't figure out the order of this bastard's mess

 I'm feelin disasterous 

 Massive stress

 It's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess

 Now put that to rest

 I'm sportin rags when I dress

 While you're mad obsessed

 With Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess

 Got selected best when rap was a braggin contest 

 Now you could of sounded like THIS

 To sell records act possessed

 I've blasted the best

 Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest

 Hooooes need to get their fat asses dressed

 Masters of sex

 Must have been molested ___?___ committed incest

 Violated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts

 Got father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up

 I never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def

 As you get gassed by the press

 Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas left

 I had to walk my way home but I forgot the address

 Once I got there I had no access 

 To my house

 Moms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouth

 My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold back

 I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black

 Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack

 She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap

 The way she does when she smoooookes crack

 You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak moment

 Opponents are slow to react 

 Like when I got to gave a pound and you throw dap

 Now you know that

 Every man is listenin 

 Change your hand positioning 

 It makes no sense like a satanic christening

 They panic from all the shit I bring

 You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening 

 I make it interesting

 They keep distancing themselves from what I have to say

 Peace to my family members that are gone and passed away

 Day after day it makes me think about my worth and purpose 

 On this earth's surface 

 Since birth, this world has been a circus 

 Of three rings

 Once Armageddon begins

 We'll hang ourselves from the tree limbs

 With G strings

 You see there's too much swinging

 From the hips

 Read my lips

 As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slips

 But I made Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"

 Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems there are

 Don't get fooled my the media

 Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya

 Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy lips

 I'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-Six

 Sage Francis got you thinkin maybe it's...

 All down hill from here just like the Patriots