Sage Francis, Sole - I Apologize lyrics

No one else make notes to know thyself
Those who loathe?love them
Those who love?show them what it is to loathe
If they don't show you love stillfuck em
Everyone's potential enemy who loves to diss
Virtual acquaintances only exist on
A buddy list
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep
While needing something else to eat
While needing someone else to feed
But eggshells are stuck in my feet

I'm sick of beating around the bush
While needing to push past creative limit's
And I don't have anything else left
To say to the critics
Is it just because we're different
Y'all can't stand it?
Or that I backstroke against the current
And the culprit is aerodynamics?
Heroes might panic though I clown
Around to be the silliest
Man alive, well I'm dead serious
Take me for a jokester and
You'll only miss the punchline
Every friend of mine has dissed
Me at least one time i've come to find life
Is consistently unkind
I've kissed the sunshine sip it sometime
Until your lips become blind

Now i've lost it, or am I losing it
Or did I never have it?
Aspirin addicts are avid advocates
Of happiness in tablets
They're adamant about their acid trip
I want a bite of the apple Adam bit
Catholics don't know the half of it
Immaculate magic tricks experimenting with
Alliteration and assonance
But speaking too many cold
Words chapped my lips
There's an asterisk up on my left arm
But my foot notes are out of tune
From my music always getting stepped on
Should've kept calm when I
Was granted the chance
But that's my song getting me amped
So god dammit let's dance
Dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if
That's the only thing that'll help
Someone like you feel good about yourself
And the things your dealt
I'll win the belt but if you
Need to keep your pants on
Here another battle for you to talk
About in your damn song
Here another battle for you
To talk about, wow, look at that
Anotherbattlerap

You won't have to duck
I'll just talk over your head
Knowing your dead career has one year left
Til everyone else knows what I said
They're laughing at you but you
Don't know it yet
I'd say it to your face but I
Don't want to waste the moment let
Everyone first understand the open
Threats that poets get
Who's wet behind the ears?
Who broke a sweat? Jiggy man - sip your moet
Thuggy dun- hold your tek
Netcee - go on the net and keystyle '
Bout how we gets no respect