Sage Francis Şarkı Sözleri

I'm a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured
Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping
Adam's rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch
reaching out to touch your inner-drives
Cut me open and count the rings inside to see how long I've been alive
Containing forms of records about the types of storms I've weathered
Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I'm remembered
But lessons go for***ten plus you don't believe a thing
Listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind
When the breezes begin you're just concerned with flying kites
Till I tangle up your child's play and get you climbing heights
Still reluctant to hear me out admiring the sites
You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ
You're swinging from the twigs and limbs that used to hang your siblings
Have respect you selfish self-centered sack of man-made buildings
I was the original pinnacle but now I'm nothing to you but kindling
Tickling my inhibitions of naturally attracting children
Who have a funny idea of what forever is
I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence
Not too long after that was I supplying shade
For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid
Monkeying around and now they're all dying of A. I. D. S
Government guerilla tactics? That's a farce, I bring the plagues
Cancer? That's just icing on the cake, I nurse and feed ya
Cause you drained me of my sap with taps of perverse procedure
I hold your family background right down to the first amoeba
Watched you grow from just crustacean to a land mammal, it hurts to leave ya
But I've had enough, and it'll be very relieving
Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing?
Humongous oxygen tanks? As if it's all free
Constantly wondering where your dogs are at?
They're barking up the wrong tree
Wanting proof of identification but I existed before fingerprints
Cognitive dissonance... I hear chainsaws in the distance
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody's there to hear it
Does it make a sound? I'll go down quietly but you're feel it
Still these sick like thoughts keep eating away at my inside
Till I'm nothing but hollowed out hide..
The dead tree's still standing, here comes the hunting-ax of lumberjacks
So I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks, I'm under attack
So I may finally... stop... stumble... relax...

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

[Sage Francis]

i'm having identity crises.
"no we're not." "yes we are."
i'm having identity crises.
"no we're not." "yes we are."

i don't have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip,
showing my hand...revealing what i've dealt with.
and how i'm dealing. cut the deck. evenly distribute the pieces
of shit talking during our disputes on weekends.
we can sing along to each other's song, right?
even if the interpretation is wrong, right?
just make sure you don't bring the wrong mike,
'cause i don't care about meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!).
this song is called trite, hope ya like it.
could've substituted your name with the title but i decided that i'd keep it private.
violent dream sequences just seem endless.
i can see myself making a heated entrance
to your workplace with a smirk on my face.
and a tongue in my cheek. and a gun in my reach.
sneaking naked photos of myself under the seats of your co-workers,
putting a knife to your throat and screaming out "i won't hurt her!"
they're like, "let her go!"
and i'm like, "let her grow!"
prisoners wouldn't listen to this. their rational side was out on a furlough.
i like turbo-nuclear family affairs.
i want a wife, a house, and two and a half mistresses to call when i'm not there.
then hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company,
and ask the phone company guy "why???"

and he's like, "ma'am...well, maybe you just don't know how to talk."
and she's like, "damn...well...wanna fuck me?"
"yeah of course."

see? case closed. and he knows how to trace calls,
so i can't make cranks saying, "i hate ya'll!"
i throw baseballs at my mirror, break walls a tear a-
nother page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i hear a
pin drop. unsuspecting pallbearers are in shock.
they know i'm about to kill myself with a sling shot.
they bring rocks for ammunition,
steal my lifetime magazines and then cancel my subscription.
their hands are just itching to scratch my clean records.
my rap sheets are infected, now i can't be president???
i just have to be elected! i ask for just a second chance.
the answer back was "kid, you never did in the first place."

speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and anything that is mine.
waiting for a nice guy who can't make it to the finish line.
when i die you won't recognize the picture buried inside the obituary,
but it'll say, "bye, i miss you very much."

i'm always one for last words at departing time,
in a million years is when this dead star will shine.
say my fuckin' name. nope. say my fuckin' name. nope.
you don't...know what to call me so you don't.
you don't you don't call me.
you don't you don't call me.

[h=1]Sage Francis - Vital Signs[/h]

Motherfuckers
Peace
Shut the fuck up
And I don't know their looking dead tonight (x3)
Ain't looking like they *** the strength to fight

Switch up your pulse patterns
What's the RPM of your breath
Kickstart your heart with a punch
Beating your chest
Squeezing your head till I pop vessels in your eye sockets
We talk your ears off till your blood pressure sky rockets
If ? check for lumps in your throat
Before you burn a bridge jump in a moat
Depending on whether you float or sink
Know how to swim or can't
You know what to think before you provoke some shit
Between concentration camp counselors
Giving first aid training
Mouth to mouth recessitate
Lady faint
When I see her face fading
I make her suck wind
Bring her vibrant colors back
See if she has any contacts
And find out where her mothers at
Said she had my number
But nothing other than that
When she said my number's up I laughed
The EMS came running back
Doing suicides the relay race of time
And space between me and destiny
But I leave no trace to find
She leaves nowhere to hide
I leave no hide to wear
Skin myselffeed my bones
Dress up in some tribal gear
Mummified every time I lived in the now
If you don't want to die
Then come alive and don't give your number out
Count down till the end of my show
Shout loud if you ain't ready to go
The out crowd might never know
Why I'm trying to find vital signs

And I don't know their looking dead tonight (x3)
Ain't looking like they *** the strength to fight
Through the rest of the night

Their looking dead tonight (x3)
Ain't looking like they *** the strength to fight

[h=1]Sage Francis - Whore Monger[/h]

(verse)
my popularitys on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat

sinking
my heads expanding in size but my stomachs shrinking
it all evens out in the end thats what I'm thinking
sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling
na na I may stay home.rev *** the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem
while my answering machine screening calls.hailing safe and alone
I want change in your message not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are concerned that my brains blown
voices get turned away annoyed with what they say
if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks
n a face of stone to melt your ice grill it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape should own
replace the thrown with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
Sage is know to pull your card kid so chill
I mess up plans like robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the holy father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making martyrs outta molehills
now if your soul is fufilled holed your dills
n realize youre never satisfied til after u die from overkill
im from Placiboville but we know the drill
obscene is so ill but wait for the nurse to leave so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or listed as twisted bitch
whats up with this kid
some insisted that I'm interested in running from the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy signal from a number thats unlisted
lumberjacks are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid
out of my grasp n injured this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs toss their cookies while tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype love sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

(hook)
IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! with a platinum voice
IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! cuz I havent a choice
servin up this cuz (S!) echo-freaks need to eat

(verse)
excrament aint flauntin rose peddals
I breed hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at pan-handlers n pot-smokers
sell insest to sexually repressed stockbrokers
I turn impetant pimps to sex slaves
manifest them with radio activity from x-rays
I bootleg their skeletons the next day
son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gets gray
little kids r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act like men then i'll fight them
let em hit me first then be like "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little tykes bend
I tied em up, with burlap rope. "word?thats dope."
manhandled the girl that lacked hope n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed heroin never again
ladies n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the deep seas n stars
everything I do is important so I save my feces in jars
n what I eat seems bizarr I deep-freeze n thaw
emcees who aint down by the gravities of law
now these anologies aint raw
but when u secretly serve this well-done yall then become casualties of war
just call me Francis Allah n I was flattered
cuz I ghost-wrote the most dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad

(hook)
...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches aint moist just
sing-a-long c'mon

la la laaaaa. la la la laaaa la la la la la
la la laaaaa. la la la la la la lala la la.