Song | The Buzz Kill |
Artist | Sage Francis |
Album | A Healthy Distrust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Frances | |
(Recorded Voice) | |
You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
As well as split second calculation | |
To protect the future of | |
AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
But Sage needed more than this | |
New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
By analyzing the past, | |
Sage can project into the future(Sage Francis) | |
I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
Brass Monkey, | |
St. Ides, | |
Old English, and | |
Guiness Stout | |
Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
I couldn't see my own hands being the ones | |
I'm murdered with | |
That is until | |
I travelled this world a bit | |
I understand now if | |
I lose my nerve | |
I'll get the girl to do it! | |
She heard the music but preferred the person, she's worth it | |
The only one | |
I left behind the curtain to work with | |
Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
We'll stay together as long as | |
I'm honest in my songs(Radio) | |
Suckers never play this | |
Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
The black music intertwined with the white man's line dance(Recorded Voice) | |
Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
Constantly monitoring, pulse-taking, controlling | |
Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance(Sage Francis) | |
It's not only a time | |
I'm keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
Sitting on snow banks | |
Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
Sits and wilts and watch 'em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
That we all make | |
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
Throw me a reindeer | |
John letter party | |
And ill be there with bells on | |
Hell spawn | |
So if he calls the city hall | |
They still got the gall | |
To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
From strip malls | |
To strip clubs | |
They slip drugs | |
Into the drinks that kids love | |
Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
With my guns drawn and sword out | |
Pointed towards the couthouse | |
I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
Songs from "ends justify their means" mentality | |
Plus I'm bleeding | |
Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
I pull the wool over their vision | |
Pull the pin and push it in 'em | |
Using women as a pin cusion | |
A super villian | |
With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
We'll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks(Recorded Voice) | |
Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
AmericaSage also has protection too(Come on come on, feel it feel it) | |
The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
But is this protection enough?(Sage Francis)(I was) | |
I was B-boyin' in my former body | |
Singing all the songs at parties | |
Now I'm like don't let nobody | |
Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
I'd wear Armani if they endorse me | |
So people who are poor can rob me | |
Then forcefully sex me up | |
Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
It's my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
I'm certified fresh | |
Our freedom kissed the | |
French for their political dissent | |
Like *mwah* | |
I do it with tongue this time | |
And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
Take 'em back! | |
Your homeless tempest-tossed to me | |
Take 'em back! | |
The U-S-A has cracked(Recorded Voice) | |
And as long as we're on guard | |
As long as we're ready to look ahead | |
To move ahead | |
The future of | |
America is secure |
zuo qu : Frances | |
Recorded Voice | |
You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
As well as split second calculation | |
To protect the future of | |
AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
But Sage needed more than this | |
New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
By analyzing the past, | |
Sage can project into the future Sage Francis | |
I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
Brass Monkey, | |
St. Ides, | |
Old English, and | |
Guiness Stout | |
Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
I couldn' t see my own hands being the ones | |
I' m murdered with | |
That is until | |
I travelled this world a bit | |
I understand now if | |
I lose my nerve | |
I' ll get the girl to do it! | |
She heard the music but preferred the person, she' s worth it | |
The only one | |
I left behind the curtain to work with | |
Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
We' ll stay together as long as | |
I' m honest in my songs Radio | |
Suckers never play this | |
Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
The black music intertwined with the white man' s line dance Recorded Voice | |
Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
Constantly monitoring, pulsetaking, controlling | |
Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance Sage Francis | |
It' s not only a time | |
I' m keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
Sitting on snow banks | |
Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
Sits and wilts and watch ' em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
That we all make | |
Believe that we' re getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
Throw me a reindeer | |
John letter party | |
And ill be there with bells on | |
Hell spawn | |
So if he calls the city hall | |
They still got the gall | |
To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
From strip malls | |
To strip clubs | |
They slip drugs | |
Into the drinks that kids love | |
Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
With my guns drawn and sword out | |
Pointed towards the couthouse | |
I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
Songs from " ends justify their means" mentality | |
Plus I' m bleeding | |
Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
I pull the wool over their vision | |
Pull the pin and push it in ' em | |
Using women as a pin cusion | |
A super villian | |
With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
We' ll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks Recorded Voice | |
Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
AmericaSage also has protection too Come on come on, feel it feel it | |
The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
But is this protection enough? Sage Francis I was | |
I was Bboyin' in my former body | |
Singing all the songs at parties | |
Now I' m like don' t let nobody | |
Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
I' d wear Armani if they endorse me | |
So people who are poor can rob me | |
Then forcefully sex me up | |
Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
It' s my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
I' m certified fresh | |
Our freedom kissed the | |
French for their political dissent | |
Like mwah | |
I do it with tongue this time | |
And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
Take ' em back! | |
Your homeless tempesttossed to me | |
Take ' em back! | |
The USA has cracked Recorded Voice | |
And as long as we' re on guard | |
As long as we' re ready to look ahead | |
To move ahead | |
The future of | |
America is secure |
zuò qǔ : Frances | |
Recorded Voice | |
You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
As well as split second calculation | |
To protect the future of | |
AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
But Sage needed more than this | |
New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
By analyzing the past, | |
Sage can project into the future Sage Francis | |
I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
Brass Monkey, | |
St. Ides, | |
Old English, and | |
Guiness Stout | |
Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
I couldn' t see my own hands being the ones | |
I' m murdered with | |
That is until | |
I travelled this world a bit | |
I understand now if | |
I lose my nerve | |
I' ll get the girl to do it! | |
She heard the music but preferred the person, she' s worth it | |
The only one | |
I left behind the curtain to work with | |
Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
We' ll stay together as long as | |
I' m honest in my songs Radio | |
Suckers never play this | |
Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
The black music intertwined with the white man' s line dance Recorded Voice | |
Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
Constantly monitoring, pulsetaking, controlling | |
Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance Sage Francis | |
It' s not only a time | |
I' m keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
Sitting on snow banks | |
Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
Sits and wilts and watch ' em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
That we all make | |
Believe that we' re getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
Throw me a reindeer | |
John letter party | |
And ill be there with bells on | |
Hell spawn | |
So if he calls the city hall | |
They still got the gall | |
To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
From strip malls | |
To strip clubs | |
They slip drugs | |
Into the drinks that kids love | |
Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
With my guns drawn and sword out | |
Pointed towards the couthouse | |
I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
Songs from " ends justify their means" mentality | |
Plus I' m bleeding | |
Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
I pull the wool over their vision | |
Pull the pin and push it in ' em | |
Using women as a pin cusion | |
A super villian | |
With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
We' ll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks Recorded Voice | |
Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
AmericaSage also has protection too Come on come on, feel it feel it | |
The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
But is this protection enough? Sage Francis I was | |
I was Bboyin' in my former body | |
Singing all the songs at parties | |
Now I' m like don' t let nobody | |
Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
I' d wear Armani if they endorse me | |
So people who are poor can rob me | |
Then forcefully sex me up | |
Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
It' s my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
I' m certified fresh | |
Our freedom kissed the | |
French for their political dissent | |
Like mwah | |
I do it with tongue this time | |
And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
Take ' em back! | |
Your homeless tempesttossed to me | |
Take ' em back! | |
The USA has cracked Recorded Voice | |
And as long as we' re on guard | |
As long as we' re ready to look ahead | |
To move ahead | |
The future of | |
America is secure |