[Brother Ali]
Damage, uh, damage, uh (4x)
Y all know good and goddamn well
You re fucking with a brother who ain t never had his hand held
and never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles
In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you
For this respect, I sweated and bled
and have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said
"We re unaware of his racial make-up
we know he s an albino but can t science the face up!"
Never question what I am
G-O-D knows if you don t, you can never understand
so you need only know that I m unrelenting
Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending
Cast shadows like light descending
Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but
I got some shit to tell you on my next record
for now, we and Sage Francis connected and did--
(*whispers*)
Damage, uh (repeated)
[Slug]
Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas
Hope is one struggled game thats persistent
0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance
Pistol clear before this new year existed
Somebody get the door
Fuck it, let em snore
It s all been said before
buried in a metaphor
Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacob s a prince
Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now
They say I m buggin, because of the way I love em
Nervous, cause I know I ll never make the perfect husband
What, they treat me like LL for art fucks
They hang out and argue about my clown thought and *snort rocks*
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