| Song | Say Uncle |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Copper Gone |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Eternal flame above my headstones | |
| The set that I claim is null | |
| X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull | |
| A raging bull 'til I'm paid in full | |
| They wanna put my face in her penny then discontinue me, I'm still grateful | |
| If we're not allowed to age gracefully | |
| I'm putting it all out on the table, exactly what will you take from me? | |
| Choose carefully cause a magical head | |
| Has no phanton power source and the battery's are dead | |
| Supposed to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder | |
| To plow through the nonsense, since I've gotten older | |
| I've replaced too many parts in this motor | |
| Mama said "knock down the house - start over" | |
| Sometimes it feels like life is too long, but not forever enough | |
| One day you can't give it away, the next you basically beg for the stuff | |
| Medical breakthrough, buy your time, sell it to us | |
| For heaven is an electrical pulse, an adrenaline rush | |
| The metal will rust, rust never sleeps if it’s death and taxes | |
| Get a better conversion rate on cash because the past is a foreign land | |
| But futuristic looking doormats | |
| Sitting aside of our present home which really isn't all that | |
| So we started taking pictures with vintage filters | |
| The village is all starting to shop at Urban Outfits | |
| I couldn't distinguish any specific difference | |
| Betwixt small town hicks and big city slickers | |
| Homogenous time zone from Westcoast to Eastcoast | |
| Now I’m so post-post that I’m pre-post | |
| Beat most at their own game | |
| I try to eat toast that's wholegrain | |
| And I don't need to bo-bo-bo-bo-bo to blow brain | |
| Make 'em say uncle | |
| I don't give up, I don't give in | |
| What's with this polluted gene pool that we all swim in? | |
| This is 5 foot 10 inches of wishful thinking | |
| I never signed a social contract so in fact there's no rescinding | |
| You can kindly cross my name off | |
| I've been living a double life to work a double shift that never paid off | |
| This is the second sunset I've seen since take-off | |
| If life is a cakewalk I'll serve you in the bake off | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Make 'em say uncle, make 'em say uncle | |
| Who? Make 'em say uncle - huh | |
| Make 'em say uncle - who? | |
| Make 'em say uncle, uncle | |
| You know what I am | |
| Say what, say what? | |
| I'm a bad, bad man | |
| Make 'em | |
| Make 'em say uncle, make 'em say uncle | |
| Who? Make 'em say uncle - huh | |
| Make 'em say uncle - who? | |
| Make 'em say uncle, uncle | |
| Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands | |
| Say what, say what? | |
| Got damn | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed | |
| To find agendas that are hidden like pigeon eggs | |
| Instead he finds nothing, only ink dipped feathers | |
| And a sense perhaps the homie's homing instincts been severed | |
| The coupes been fled to recoup on these boots of lead | |
| Can't hear the primal screams or see through the red | |
| I represent the late bloomers with great rumors to spread | |
| Our brain is like an inflated tumor in the head | |
| Now build a mountain of bills and debt climb it with a velvet rope | |
| The creditors can't find you with a telescope, run tell your folks | |
| You love them dearly, but it's time for the birdie to fly | |
| Pack some self-addressed envelopes and kiss the world goodbye | |
| You on our own with celestial oats to the sow | |
| Extraterrestrial souls in 'em, you're a homegrown information capsule | |
| With increased value the more you travel | |
| Don't let them plant you in the gravel | |
| Even shackles have shackles, that's a shadow reference | |
| We like to break the chains of darkness and we ask for seconds | |
| It's the heart of the Oliver Twisted calling on all mystics | |
| I don't advocate the Diablo, Pablo runs the repo men resistance | |
| It's a four decade's worth of first impressions, youngin | |
| Death comes in three's, you're soon to see the second coming | |
| But dad told me I was destined for something | |
| Despite the fact that I felt like less than nothing | |
| He said "Fuck 'em, gotta make 'em say uncle" | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| I'm not just an uncle, I'm somewhat poet | |
| I'm a dead milk mental | |
| An obscure top ten list essential | |
| Welcome to the incredible shrinking Indian giving tree | |
| Time to return the sap, that shit isn't free | |
| Need to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder | |
| To plow through the nonsense, since I've gotten older | |
| I've replaced too many parts in this motor | |
| Mama said "knock down the house - start over" |
| Verse 1: | |
| Eternal flame above my headstones | |
| The set that I claim is null | |
| X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull | |
| A raging bull ' til I' m paid in full | |
| They wanna put my face in her penny then discontinue me, I' m still grateful | |
| If we' re not allowed to age gracefully | |
| I' m putting it all out on the table, exactly what will you take from me? | |
| Choose carefully cause a magical head | |
| Has no phanton power source and the battery' s are dead | |
| Supposed to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder | |
| To plow through the nonsense, since I' ve gotten older | |
| I' ve replaced too many parts in this motor | |
| Mama said " knock down the house start over" | |
| Sometimes it feels like life is too long, but not forever enough | |
| One day you can' t give it away, the next you basically beg for the stuff | |
| Medical breakthrough, buy your time, sell it to us | |
| For heaven is an electrical pulse, an adrenaline rush | |
| The metal will rust, rust never sleeps if it' s death and taxes | |
| Get a better conversion rate on cash because the past is a foreign land | |
| But futuristic looking doormats | |
| Sitting aside of our present home which really isn' t all that | |
| So we started taking pictures with vintage filters | |
| The village is all starting to shop at Urban Outfits | |
| I couldn' t distinguish any specific difference | |
| Betwixt small town hicks and big city slickers | |
| Homogenous time zone from Westcoast to Eastcoast | |
| Now I' m so postpost that I' m prepost | |
| Beat most at their own game | |
| I try to eat toast that' s wholegrain | |
| And I don' t need to bobobobobo to blow brain | |
| Make ' em say uncle | |
| I don' t give up, I don' t give in | |
| What' s with this polluted gene pool that we all swim in? | |
| This is 5 foot 10 inches of wishful thinking | |
| I never signed a social contract so in fact there' s no rescinding | |
| You can kindly cross my name off | |
| I' ve been living a double life to work a double shift that never paid off | |
| This is the second sunset I' ve seen since takeoff | |
| If life is a cakewalk I' ll serve you in the bake off | |
| Hook: | |
| Make ' em say uncle, make ' em say uncle | |
| Who? Make ' em say uncle huh | |
| Make ' em say uncle who? | |
| Make ' em say uncle, uncle | |
| You know what I am | |
| Say what, say what? | |
| I' m a bad, bad man | |
| Make ' em | |
| Make ' em say uncle, make ' em say uncle | |
| Who? Make ' em say uncle huh | |
| Make ' em say uncle who? | |
| Make ' em say uncle, uncle | |
| Drowned by the bloods that' s on their hands | |
| Say what, say what? | |
| Got damn | |
| Verse 2: | |
| The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed | |
| To find agendas that are hidden like pigeon eggs | |
| Instead he finds nothing, only ink dipped feathers | |
| And a sense perhaps the homie' s homing instincts been severed | |
| The coupes been fled to recoup on these boots of lead | |
| Can' t hear the primal screams or see through the red | |
| I represent the late bloomers with great rumors to spread | |
| Our brain is like an inflated tumor in the head | |
| Now build a mountain of bills and debt climb it with a velvet rope | |
| The creditors can' t find you with a telescope, run tell your folks | |
| You love them dearly, but it' s time for the birdie to fly | |
| Pack some selfaddressed envelopes and kiss the world goodbye | |
| You on our own with celestial oats to the sow | |
| Extraterrestrial souls in ' em, you' re a homegrown information capsule | |
| With increased value the more you travel | |
| Don' t let them plant you in the gravel | |
| Even shackles have shackles, that' s a shadow reference | |
| We like to break the chains of darkness and we ask for seconds | |
| It' s the heart of the Oliver Twisted calling on all mystics | |
| I don' t advocate the Diablo, Pablo runs the repo men resistance | |
| It' s a four decade' s worth of first impressions, youngin | |
| Death comes in three' s, you' re soon to see the second coming | |
| But dad told me I was destined for something | |
| Despite the fact that I felt like less than nothing | |
| He said " Fuck ' em, gotta make ' em say uncle" | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| I' m not just an uncle, I' m somewhat poet | |
| I' m a dead milk mental | |
| An obscure top ten list essential | |
| Welcome to the incredible shrinking Indian giving tree | |
| Time to return the sap, that shit isn' t free | |
| Need to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder | |
| To plow through the nonsense, since I' ve gotten older | |
| I' ve replaced too many parts in this motor | |
| Mama said " knock down the house start over" |