[Brother Ali]
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Damage, uh, damage, uh (4x)
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Y'all know good and goddamn well
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You're fucking with a brother who ain't never had his hand held
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and never seemed passed out
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Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles
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In a frozen forest with a dying shred of hope inside you
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For this respect, I sweated and bled
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and have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said
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"We're unaware of his racial make-up
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we know he's an albino but can't science the face up!"
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Never question what I am
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G-O-D knows if you don't, you can never understand
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so you need only know that I'm unrelenting
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Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending
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Cast shadows like light descending
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Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but
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I got some shit to tell you on my next record
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for now, we and Sage Francis connected and did--
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(*whispers*)
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Damage, uh (repeated)
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[Slug]
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Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas
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'Hope' is one struggled game thats persistent
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0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance
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Pistol clear before this new year existed
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Somebody get the door
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Fuck it, let 'em snore
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It's all been said before
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buried in a metaphor
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Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacob's a prince
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Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now
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They say I'm buggin, cause of the way I love 'em
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Nervous, cause I know I'll never make the perfect husband
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What, they treat me like LL for art fucks
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They hang out and argue about my clown thought and *snort rocks*
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<---(reversed)
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From the twin cities, call it the deuce
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Skinny grizzly-bear alcoholic on the loose
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Sing with me, show your love, give me proof
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Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move
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[Sage Francis]
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Never intended on making records that seemed too slick
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Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT!
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Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats..
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flosses every day
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"Ain't he ain't talkin' 'bout my gold teeth!" <---(Joe Beats)
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My whole motif is no sleep for seeking soulmates
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Getting cold feet, if my queen don't awake
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My feeble bones break, spines curve (now I'm serious)
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People don't take time to learn outside the pyramids
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WHAT THE DILLY IS? I'm unsure, but so sin-surr
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Get your hurr did, that ain't a perm yo, that's a temporary
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That ain't a wormhole, that's a cemetary where they bury the lies..( Ha Ha Thats A Lie-Bury)
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I'm lampin', I'm cold cold lampin'
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out in the snow, campin'
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Cuttin' wires so your phone can't ring
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You don't know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken
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Pass me a sissy so sucka I'll slay him
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Damage, uh (repeat)
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Dances
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Famine
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Damper
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Dancer
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Francis
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Hah, MF Doom on the beat
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Non-Prophets, Slug and Ali
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Together at last, like cocks and cunts
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yeah, let's fuck it up! Clip that beat
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(spoken interview clip)
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You know, we're pretty much humanous
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and that's where we'd like to work from
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From that vantage point
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Exactly, and you know Non-Prophets is spelled
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like you know, like P-O-R-P-H-E-T like meaning
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like Non-Prophets, almost like a pun in the word
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Doomage (Damage Remix) (featuring Slug & Brother Ali)
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Sage Francis |