Letra de ' Fresh ' de Sage Francis

Yeah... just chilling in the closet... yeah still in here y'all.
non p r o p h e t s is
Sage Fracncis... Joe Beats... The Non Prophets LP!!!.....
this blood that runs through me for now flows for YOU for whatever your sounds best.. bringing it.from the littelest state killing the mix tapes keeping it nimble like fingers flipping through singles in milk cratesfilthy like fingertips guilty of pilfering incraments the beats to match a rappers pleading innocencethinking this is going to be the best damn kareoke jam ever ever since third base a devoted fan of Sam Severnever really was a metal-head id setlle the score with a remix instrumental and never know morerepping the cause of ill MCs who like that infusing metaphores with sim-a-lies
*so what you want sage?*to drop science in my rhymes*what you want sage?*to kick knowledge all the time*what you want sage?*to diss your possee... and my name up in lights, S A G E'([joe].. produce loose watch me loops)i got more styles than a pedophiles got proofsin a van full of candy after one of their photo shootsdeflowering more virgins than thersons persons got polo suitsrocking golden boots on the road to the richesgot a poem thats cute called an ode to my bitches*yo hold up that aint rightous*well a god didnt write this although im told a rhyme is mold is that of his likeness (like thiiis)dont you see how xxxxxxx beautiful life is? how dare you waste it stuck in a cubicle with tight lipsstand up!push out your chair. jump on your deskand if youve got a crush on your coworker...touch her breasts!and if you hate your boss coz hes a sucker... punch his chest!pull his wig back with pimp slaps... crush his kexput a hole in his computer pull a plug and inject, what a god damn man, xxxxxxxxxxxx thats fresh
now the to-do list grew thin but i still havent proven myself to myself i done an album with rick rubenwe have to keep slick ROLLIN!dont romantacize your deisease saying she keeps your dick droolingcheck yourself for a gentital wart scaregenerals all prepare for chemical warfairmy neighbors have idntical lawn chairsone of thems violating (penetreating a freud)
aint no escape a automobile traine or planeswimming great lakes scaling mountain ranges or skating terrainmaking cake doesnt make what you say bangyou cant make me relate, change your aimscuz the buck buck buck ... will call you shot callerssuck xxxx son... are you the dot commers?im a writer, a poet, a genius, i know it.i dony buy cheeba, or mow it.
ahhhhhh.... yeah
non prophets in your area yallsage francis and joe beatz letting you know...if i ever ever catch you drinking alcohol or smoking drugs of any kind i will punch you dead in your melon xxxxxxxxxxxx do not be smoking cigarettes in my breathing space