Non-Prophets - Damage lyrics

You're a bitch
I knew he was talkin' shit about me
I was like (Motherfucker say what)

Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Destruction (terror) , Motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh

Sage Francis is out of it
He done switched his tone
Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch
I drink alone nobody knows so I press on
I go to Fugazi shows
Requesting Minor Threat songs
Drunk driving for Exxon don't
Slalom the icebergs


It's smooth sailing 'til the
Boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred
Don't serve me drinks
Because I'll write the words that
Make this whole world sink
I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit
I need to shower, shit and shave
Stuck to the TV and completely
Out of it these days
I've got a CD fuck the counterfeit DJs
Who first fronted on our vinyl
Then bought Bounce off eBay
I'm sick of head raps
(Head raps) they meditate on rhymes
Swing lead bats
(Lead bats) to elevate they minds get back
(Get back) Emcees ain't fucking righteous
Craig Mack ain't never got his
Meat lumped like this

I'm doin' damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Destruction (terror) , motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh

I am a nightmare walkin'
Psychopath stalkin'
Natalie Portman with a blank
Tape in my Walkman talkin' to myself over
Instrumental cassettes
The essential steps of having graphic
Telepathic mental sex
Mind fuck me or get the hell
Off of my head case
Suck it up or spit it out
How's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets
I love ripping off pillow cases
Breaking teeth
Shoving lip gloss in your little faces
Like that! "Do you like that?"
"If you had hands attached to your
Arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked your daughter's school bus
Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply
Gods that you trust
Whose plush style of living
And senseless spending
Is eh heh heh heh-ending
Sage Francis manages bandages
On cancerous mannequins
Standing in pajamas with bananas
And candid cameras

Damage! (II do damage, II do damage)
You know what I'm saying?
(I I do do- I do damage)
Yeah, do it with me!
(Every chance I do damage, damage)
Come on y'all! (I I do damage) You know the
Dance (I I do damage) smile for me!
(I I do damage) Paint your face and dance!
Paint your face and dance!

This music's got abusive roots
Fists hit my face on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick
You ain't my blood type
Some strike the wrong nerve
(the way they converse is weak)
Others write with strong words
(they can't build the nerve to speak)
Verbally inept except when
Subjects are expected
Preconceived conversation styles:
"That small talk shit was written
Kid!" caught me
Watch me freestyle this bowel movement
You won't hear no "ohs" or "ahs" when
I choose to use no vowels, stupid!
Thought I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is hot
Plumbers unclog my toilet wearing oven mitts
Your mommy thinks I'm dope
There's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat
From the penalty box
Enemies jock while their girl
Shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of
It on basketball courts
Maintaining my composure when game
Night is over
And I don't strike a pose i strike a poser
Doin' damage

I'm doin' damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Damage (uh) , damage (uh)
Destruction (terror) , motherfucker say WHAT?
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh

I quickly enter your honey dip
Strip ends from your money clip
Joe Beats you to death with the
Shit end of his ugly stick
Fighting drama queens in the
White college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them
Run their shit like soccer teams
After they're chased with an axe
Half of their face'll collapse
You ain't copped it when Non-Prophets
Dropped bass on wax? Well, I'm your typical
Hip-hop political figure
But I'm not left wing or right wing
I'm the middle finger
And Joe's a sick, little jaded mind reader
Who shoots the shit with
A nickle-plated 9 millimeter
When it's time to rock, shut the fuck up!
I never had writer's block and Joey's
Never been in a production slump
(Jump, Jump) It's totally worth it now
(Jump, Jump) Don't listen when
They say it's not
(Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down
This is my house, you don't like it?
Get the fuck off of my rooftop
(yeah, yeah, cousin? coming
Through your area, we're Non Prophets
Sage Francis on the lyrics
Joe Beats on production
And my man DJ Mekalek on the cut, bring it)
(One) Something's got to give
(Two) Something's got to give
(Three) Something's got to give
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh

La la la (II do damage)
La la la (II do damage)
Every chance I do damage!
Comin' to your town
Like some pro wrestler shit!
Talkin' to your mom just like this:
"Hey lady! What's up now?" yeah!