[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*