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[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've *** at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there
I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere
Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding
It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting
It's melting and releasing toxic fumes
Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes
Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out
After that occurs, time gets consumed
I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures
Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures
Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not
to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..
Think of sex in a camper...
A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

Smoke and Mirrors

So sophisticated

So cool

I AM..
An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss
The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with
Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit
I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit
I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it
And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits
I'm so synthetic
I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nose
Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow
I'm getting snow plowed, I KNOW
It's time to fuck a guy now
I just applied blush and look surprised
but it's the way I plucked my eyebrows
Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel
And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel
Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel
With a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel
I'm not real, but I've *** FEELINGS...
except in my nipples because of the breast implants
To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants
A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine

Smoke and Mirrors

So sophisticated

So cool

I AM..
Dirtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[h=1]Sage Francis - Souvenier[/h]

You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now
You don't want me here, now
Now you don't really want me

From what I hear my extra baggage is a turn off
My carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyes
I'm a travelin' man
Without sleep on my itenerary
I eat whatever's vegetarian
I'll live with vegan, that's my saving grace
I gave up chase in the human mating race
'Cause I can't slow down my aging face
Wrinkles become my road maps
And my one last tire is going bald
Rubbing it when checking messages
Knowing no one called
I trooop on
On the road again
Tired of what I wrote
I spend one more quarter to phone a friend
And hold a pen up to the reciever
Lettin' the ink seep into their ear
Waitin' for any intelligent speach, they've *** to share
Most people can't think deep, but I don't care
I'm not concerned with them
I've learned to fend for me, my own
And I've *** a lonely girlfriend back home
Who makes me feel a lot better when I return
I'm waitin' for that "Dear John" letter
I'm gettin' her a souvenier

You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now really?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now
You don't want me here, now
You don't really want me

Too much time all by myself
I've been around others I do not ???
These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone sex
Don't stress me living in your condition
As still I'm that reason for that whole mess
I'm not in need of shelter
I'm just homeless
I'm a homeboy who's homely
Never known to be a homebody
Nobody knows the amount of body blows
or head shops at they *** at rest stops
I ***ta go let's ride hip hop shows ???
Let me download you on my desktop
I keep it real audio
Let's talk before the phone card expired
Or let it know I'm far from wired
Why? Cause I just rocked that show hard
And I'm tired
Use a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloud
When it rains, it pours, it's hard out
But I fear that it may have dried out, pied out
I lay down to earth girls who say "stop"
When they realize the only reason I'm outta this world is cause I'm a space shot
These relations aren't making me feel any better
When I return I'm handing her that "Dear Jane" letter
I done *** her a souvenier

You don't want me here
You don't want me

We're all rock stars
We do big drugs
And we have big heads
And we have big sex
[Come again]
x3

You don't want me here x6
Cause you don't want me
You don't want me x5

[h=1]Sage Francis - Specialist[/h]

The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
And that's simply adorable
When my time is affordable
Dimes pay the price I get abusive and that's the truth
It's just a fucking shame this is how I choose to communicate
Excuses I produce have their roots in the music I make
She's not a fan nor am I famous
I may just change and adjust when I branch out
Leave, get off my damn couch and achieve
What I dream about leave my house hand out my keys
To the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her Z's

The tree dies
She says that she's mine she's my proprietress
Can't hold on to most of what I owned
Besides she likes to kiss and that's cute
I hug her till I start to hurt her
She wants to dance to my pulse but I've *** heart murmurs
A shark circles our lifeboat till its fin folds
The monster we created might choke in clothes
I'm naked walking tight ropes without big toes
Couldn't see this with the night-scope if my skin glowed

Fallen
Calling for a safety net
The great white might train me on my life
Bite into my veiny neck where dreams of falling asleep
Could dry up once she sees that I bleed off beat
Head over heels cause she's tripping on her own feet
That puzzled look on her face still isn't complete
She gives bits and pieces of herself
While I'm breaking myself open I pour my contents to her shelf
Pardon me but is that me wearing my heart out on my sleeve
With razor sharp teeth gnawing at my wrist how beautiful is this
The most beautifullest thing in the world
Is making up words when I have none else left to say to a girl
Making her curl up in a ball in a corner of my eye
Taking a time out I don't want her to cry
I don't ever want to be considered the sort of guy
Who says, "I just might break your face tonight"

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me away blow me away
I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

Over average marriage materialist mister righteous
A savage miscarriage of just us just us
And a dust that never settles
I'm restless spread some metal to make it weep
Cause discussing the ugly nobody wants to fuck with
Don't touch me
Under appreciative with a with a hundred weaknesses
What do I need to live?
The blood I bleed is thicker than the skin I shoot people with
Beat a fist to the air
Pretend to make believe she cares
Till the open notebook wounds and the usual bruises on my ego appear
I'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a horsepower
Out of sleeping powder
Dark clouds follow me with heat seekers
I need a colder shower
To showboat when exposes ?? quest
Cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest
I think its best to turn the reverb down
Kill the delay
Get me the fuck out of this cave

I could paint you pictures all day
But I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals that way
I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals today
The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
She thinks I'm something special
She's my specialist
More beautiful than sex
Cause only something like sex
Makes something so lovely turn ugly and fuck up shit
I'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant
On my shark-infested waterbed until it's punctured

I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until I pull a muscle
I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until its see through
Spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire
Blow me away blow me away blow me away blow me away

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

[h=1]Sage Francis - Stuck[/h]

[sage francis.]
you act smart, while i act dumb
but i know some that still lay under my thumb
see, we've *** issues
we swing our fists for whatever
trying to keep the tempo down to the grissle

they like the small talk, as long as it's about you
they walk that walk, without knowing how to
i watch it all, and pretend that i'm above it
but the truth is, i see her i need it i love it
i'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-lovers
entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome
sharing the same common problem
blonde and brunette
and i don't fit in with split ends
didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends
payed my dues spending time by myself
she was with her friends
mingling with single men
say things like hitting skins to them
thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins
swimming with filthy fins
knocking boots, kicking my shins
shark infested torture treatment get beat by the timbalands
feet is shivering walking on cold rage
roses like unrelationships, too much patience to die of old age

[slug.]
yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?
well something shook until you thought you had the questions
for all the time and effort you've invested
i find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson
still guessinthe whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitch
when there is no love, nothing makes you rich
so i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches
in replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions

[chorus]
stop thinking you don't belong here.
you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
the music is not gonna' stop
take your eyes of the chair
'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
how many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?
one, too, many people who share nothing but views
misery is willing to keep company
with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes

[sage francis.]
so now they swap souls
they *** soul, fuckin uninspired
they drive low under the fire of sky dives
it *** old and now they wanna' go higher
but cops control every single empire with tripods

[slug.]
so video, did kill the radio star
now we're all so cute and drive brand new cars
we make music so you can lose your minds
we do the crimes, so you can do the times
tell me who can get busy like this man
well the truth is
damn near anyone can
so i'ma buy you some implants and a suntan
let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land
fuck this little rapper, treat me like a crook
maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook
you'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look
but maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your book
doing fine thanks for asking
standing as the last man
popping bubbles and aspirin
ready, set, action, remove your dress
so we can make a mess
and hit the world with a little bit of stress

[sage francis.]
let's head talk these winds until they
strengthen for getting footwork
making power moves on ceilings with head spin
it unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin
we created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven
fatty acids added to the asthma medicine
breathing heavy at the gatesm make them have to let us in
like implying we've been trying our hardest
using everyone elses honest way of dying as an armrest
i promise broken over dislocated kneecaps
and it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents
laugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidence
i live off of hope, and providence

[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.]

[slug.]
you play the same damn records everyday
no wonder you never believe you'd never get away
you wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in
keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden
i watched you dance every street of this city
i feel no pity
you layed the carpet
you made the target by yourself, little help
now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment
finish that book that you never even started
take a look at that face that hates to look back
set the oven on bake take a pen out the rack
season up your past put it in and cook that

[chorus.]
stop thinking you don't belong here.
you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
the music is not gonna' stop
take your eyes of the chair
'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
how many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?
one, too, many people who share nothing but views
misery is willing to keep company
with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes

[h=1]Sage Francis - Sun Vs Moon[/h]

Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
(repeat x4 then continues until "settle their differences")

The devil only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon,
To settle their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up their similarities on turntables,
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides,
We're low-lives,
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even did a headspin,
On a crossfader that sounded whack,
But looked excellent,
All of the sudden it gets dim,
The crater face steps in,
Puts mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
Burned out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics,
For a thousand nights,
It continued without a single slip up,
Except once the record skipped,
But it kinda sounded cool,

And fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had come to win,
But as always due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie - Now it's do or die.

The sun was like,
no no no,
But the moon was like,
go go go,
(repeat x3)

And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't know what he's doin'.

God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
(Say What?),
God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
And he's always fucked up,
Bottoms up,

God's not a woman,
He's a bitch.

(Backmasked:
Praise Jesus,
Do everything your mother tells you,
Love thy Neighbor,
Do not murder everyone,
Shit, Pussy)

Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
(repeat x4)

This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The devil is the fucking white man,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the white man).

(Th-th-the devil)..

[h=1]Sage Francis - The Buzz Kill[/h]

[h=1]Sage Francis - The Emperor's New Clothing[/h]

I listen for secrets hidden in whispers...in the winter time&
And catch them tickling my whiskers...colliding with wind chimes&
The kind that send shivers...up and down tingling spines&

Thinking time could stretch if...

we'd spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts&
The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish&

I'm waiting for a message in my calling so I'm checking my voice mail,
and I'm answering machines with man-made dreams.
Man made bandaids to cover up the seams.
The cover-up seems to only work if the wound never opens up or bleeds.

Beads of sweat form above the eyes of a heathen Emperor&
Who won't get on his feet and step outside into the freezing temperature&
He wants to adjust the global thermostat&
But he's so remote...and you can't control the world like that&

Come to find these eggs ain't even golden.
I see depreciation in the family jewels the Queen is holding.
That broken marraige was fixed. It happened when her feet were frozen.
She still remains to be the only one who's seen the Emperor's new clothing...

[h=1]Sage Francis - The Masters Are Back[/h]

By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.


Don't forget what two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went after the Jewish people?
You don't recognize that same black mask as see through?


Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted.


I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust natural resources forced into wars,
restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.


Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
and guarantee they will change with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style.


Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion
'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked problem child
is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile


So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes.
This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes.
Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.


Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks
at recruitment officers and rebel against cops
'Til they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks.
Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked.


This so-called president *** elected in a court room.
With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume
the revolution stopped. This ain't a protest tune.


"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."


You can't roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in these times of war,
replacing apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil.


I *** you. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
Was a warm bed...and house that wasn't haunted.


Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match,
The description of criminals committing innocent acts
of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols,
While we fire million dollar warning missals.


Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of that mind control.
Or act a fool like you're told.
But we won't see no type of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.


This ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive caveman
in space ships that makes trips to the futures that are name-brand.


Faking progress...but we ain't advanced
Enough to change the posture of our ape stance?
They've *** the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to make it empty.


"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."


Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed...

There's nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.


Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never left home.
Tensions have grown into a 24&7 red zone.


Scare tactics...have *** you under control,
The fear factors of a color code. The uppers know
They can't hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match.


So drag your torso back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next free meal,
Cuz when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.


"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."

[h=1]Sage Francis - The Strange Famous Mullet Remover[/h]

Closing out our feature for you now
Captain of our slam team - Sage Francis.

It was the (beatboxing) that *** me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)

It was the...(beatboxing) 8x
Name's Francis but everybody calls me free baby
any of you guys call me Francis
and ill kill you
and i dont like nobody touching my style
i catch any of you guys in my style i'll kill you
also i dont like anybody touching me
and any of you homos touch me and ill kill you

"I cant settle down here, I cant. I ***ta be free. I'm not, I enjoy company in a woman, I. I love you. It's just eh. I don't need em. See you know thats the way it is when you're a true artist, let my feelings come out in my music" - Sage

"Yeah well maybe if you put your feelings out in real life, then your music will be even better"

[h=1]Sage Francis - The Weak Link[/h]

Verse One:

The weak link is quivering...determining the chain's strength&
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave length&
of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It just trembles&
Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles&
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of this daily struggle&
Sit under the disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble&
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear peircing rumbles&
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles&
Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own chain of events&
>From Sloppy knots in family ties. The pain is intense&
The tension is thick. Two sided arguments are upsetting to him&
Stretching the link. testing its endurance and spreading it thin&
TREMBLING...holding onto what's familia in the Italian sense and reading intense drafts&
by Sylvia Plath&
Breaking off into an unfamilliar path&
Divert the hurt by faking coughs, trying to act silly and laugh&
Making light of situations when I sense a panic attack&
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black.

She probably thinks I'm dead.
She's probably dead.
When he left she said I was so strong, I know she's wrong...
I need back support. My knees fold.
Please hold your end of the bargain when I leave home.
Please hold the keystone.

Verse Two:

The weak link is feeling emense stress from a tense situation,
stretching out in every direction and visibly shaken.
Its mistaken as durable, listen...
its just the circumstance that has it standing in a verticle position.
Hurting from the friction of abrasive personal differences.
People lose their grip when hands slip, and it gets worse when fingers give.
The Lying Tamer is in the middle of the three-ring-circus. "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last string it swings.

Cling to live. Strain to see. Gasp to breathe.
The father figure is...breaking free...he has to leave.
I figure its...making me...want to pass the seeds.
The baby sitter grins...vacantly...lying in dead grass and leaves,
Laughing at trees. They hold their own.
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains don't fall far from their home.
Every autumn calls for another poem devoted to growing old.
Every winter seems to get colder and colder...its that same old story overtold.

Let go of your hold...become a missing link in the chain effect.
Out on the open road...kids'll think you became a wreck.
When hopeless souls begin to sink and disconnect
its just a release.
Its such a relief.
Sometimes, we need to be alone.
But please hold your end of the bargain when I leave home.
Please hold...the keystone.

[h=1]Sage Francis - Tree Of Knowledge[/h]