Sage Francis - Inner Conflict lyrics

I conflict with those who are tricked by the
Gimmick market and can't think with logic
Logics are in the distance so
I'm makin a pop hit
Hip hop is askin themselves why
This kid talks shit
It's just I'm never breakin even so
I throw an art fit
Sick of rappers sayin' fresh but
Stink like armpit and
Couldn't test a single member
That's within our clique
I'll bring it to you right now
But you don't really want it
I'm born to the sauce that
Make ya heart skip
If you rolled as much as you're
Told you'd get car sick
A constant my pissed off audience is at
Your concert, sittin in the front row
Get wet with what they all spit
I'll be standin in the back hittin
Ya with a tall stick
I could drown your ass in oil
And still ya not slick
Winnin over your fan base make
Em say "aw shit"
Right in ya damn face, confidence
You lost it

Now these super thuggy guns say bring
That hard shit inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing
The pop hit inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes
This isn't a comic strip inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict
I sing of conflict
I'm in a conflict i'd rather be artistic

Painting pictures with my words while
Freaking a tar pit
You're broad strokes are filed with lead
So what you're eating's toxic with
This poisonous self destruction
You're feeling, stop it
Taking more than god's name in vein
Making your beating heart quit
Put you on the floor then pull the carpet out
From under your feet and
Watch you drop quick
Flying through the airwaves hit you in a drop
Kick on the WWF wrought his war tip
Run up in your crib and watch that horse trip
Playing healthy mind games that keep her
Thoughts sick the plot is
Not the only thing I think
Is in this porn flick
Once I'm done with her you really
Think she wants your dick?

That's not how I'd rather be
This is not who I would rather be
This is not what I would rather be

I am not lit hittin on
Some club hoppin' bar chick, i
Star to flick name dropping on
Some super star trick, only for the sake of
Seein her jump on the jock quick simply
Get that cock trick spit what
Your mom drip back to these bastards
Who claim they got grip
Take your finger off the safety
And let your Glock click aim for
The back of my fist, make
It your target, stigmata i let the
Blood from my palm drip, i've got to cold
And sober socials in the Arctic
I'll single handedly rip through
Your family make it
Look like a mob hit, better stiff
It if your biscuit got limp
I'll go down head first like Fred Durst for
A hot lick of this lollipop stick

Sick of suckers thinking they
Can balk it hip-hop
Rip offs over a guitar lick that
Little bitch has slit his wrists with his
Guitar pick i stick to my convictions
It don't make me a convict, I compliment
Only those who deserve the prospect, never
Tried the chronic chucked the tire tonic, not
Your normal human assuming I'm bionic
Bout to blow up listen to
My inner time bomb click

Now these super thuggy guns say bring
That hard shit inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing
The pop hit inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes
This isn't a comic strip inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict
I sing of conflict
I'm in a conflict i'd rather be artistic