song: I Apologize (featuring Sole) written by:
Sage Francis album: Sick of Waiting Tables label:
Strange Famous Records

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of
the song. Sole's segments need to be transcribed
by him and sent to us if he wants them posted. I
could guess but I would rather not.)

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
still...fuck 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 limits, 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 aerodynamic? heros 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.
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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... another...battle...rap

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.