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You are listening to the heartbeat of the Sage
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Sage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation
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As well as split second calculation
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To protect the future of America
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The defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now
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But Sage needed more than this
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New concepts, new tools, new weapons
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By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
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(Sage Francis)
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I used to think that rappers had it figured out
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Brass Monkey, St. Ides, Old English, and Guiness Stout
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Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite
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Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life
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Then I thought suicide was a suburban myth
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I couldn't see my own hands being the ones I'm murdered with
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That is until I traveled this world a bit
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I understand now if I lose my nerve I'll get the girl to do it!
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She heard the music but preferred the person, she's worth it
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The only one I left behind the curtain to work with
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Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers
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We'll stay together as long as I'm honest in my songs
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(Radio) Suckers never play this
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Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists
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Poorly developed, yet highly advanced
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The black music intertwined with the white man's line dance
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(Recorded Voice)
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Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable
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On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability
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Constantly monitoring, pulse-taking, controlling
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Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance
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(Sage Francis)
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It's not only a time I'm kept
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Busy with shivers and cold shakes
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Sitting on snow banks
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Waiting to be delivered some soulmates
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Or wait
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Lift and tuck my fate for several levels
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Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils
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My breath resembles the smell of flowers
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Yanked from life and placed in a vase
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Sits and wilts and rots and dies in the name of grave mistakes
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That we all make
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Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
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Throw me a reindeer John letter party
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And ill be there with bells on
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Hell spawn
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So if he calls the city hall
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They still got the gall
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To blame the victory all on biggie smalls
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From strip malls
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To strip clubs
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They slip drugs
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Into the drinks that kids love
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Tell us to drink up and get buzzed
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This is the buzz kill, jump into the saddle
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Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle
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With my guns drawn and sword out
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Pointed towards the couthouse
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I sort out words from my war torn mouth
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I disassociate the actions with their meanings
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On some "ends justify the means" mentality
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Plus I'm bleeding
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Give me a bandaid a band that can't play
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A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade
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I pull the wool over their vision
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Pull the pin and push it in 'em
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Using women as a pin cushion
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A super villian
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With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste
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We'll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks
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(Recorded Voice)
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Ready to take over in a matter of seconds
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to protect the future of America
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Sage also has protection too
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(Come on come on, feel it feel it)
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The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation
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But is this protection enough?
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(Sage Francis)
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(I was) I was B-boyin' in my former body
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Singing all the songs at parties
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Now I'm like don't let nobody
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Through the door in the hotel lobby
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I'd wear Armani if they endorse me
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So people who are poor can rob me
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Then forcefully sex me up
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Color me confused when they paint issues black and white
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Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life
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It's my destiny, she wants me she beckons
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She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds
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I'm certified fresh
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I freedom kiss the French for their political dissent
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Like *mwah* I do it with tongue this time
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And take that bovine blood out your wine
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And take that statue back to the lab it was created at
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Your huddled masses yearning to breath free
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Take 'em back!
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Your homeless tempest-tossed to me
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Take 'em back!
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The U-S-A has cracked
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(Recorded Voice)
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