Bounce - Sage Francis

I’ve been patient

I’ve been a mental patient

I’ve been a parental replacement

For kids sent to the basement

I’m a has-been.

I’ve been had

I’ve become best friends with a pen and pad

Understanding the logic of an inanimate object

Standing in the projects with a sign around my neck

Saying «Show me my respect!»

They thought it as a setup, upset

I’ve been unusual

I’ve been an unusual suspect

You’re beautiful, just check

To make sure that you’re musical on set

I’ll be back in a minute

React to the limit

And find out if ya act offended

Asking me if you can kick it?

I said «No you may not.»

Cause your flow just ain’t hot

So you busters stay shy

What the fuck do they got?

Watch your mouth.

What’d that bitch say?

That went way out

No doubt hit by the ricochet

Kids today.

I just don’t trust em

When I have mine I’m a make him speak in rhymes

He’ll think that it’s custom

I’ll tell him that he’s Muslim every Christmas

So on December 25th he’ll be giftless

Then I’ll convince this dumbass

He’s actually a witness of Jehovah

Flip mat sheets on the sofa

Have him bring fat chicks on over

Give em drinks if they’re sober

We’ll make some noise soon

If she stinks up an odor

Send it to my boys room

This is my house

You don’t like it you can get the fuck out

Cause under my roof, you live by my rules, son

I make you want to bounce

Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce

Joey Beats makes you wanna bounce

Non-Prophets weathered and deep cuts

We send battle rhymes to shatter minds

The Secret Service Crew

But they’ll all fall through

Non-Prophets

If you’re jumping up and down right now

Stop it

I’ve made a man mad

I’ve been a mad man

I’ve been a goody two shoes

Who walks bare footed in a bad land

I’ve been to Madison

«What's up?»

to my Boston heads

I came to visit y’all

But you know me I got lost instead

I toss in bed

Keep myself awake at night

Worried that I might not fall asleep

Until I see the light

My friends wanna see me fight

Cause I’m a Black Belt Karate Master!

I’d rather have my freestyle raps

Sale the party’s laughter

Plus I’m out of shape

And haven’t trained in months

Can’t count how many times

My face has been punched

I’m feeling cranial lumps

They made you a chump

I left you walkin a course of

Mind anguish with sign language

Is y’all def or what?

That depends.

You mean the d-e-a-f kind?

He must’ve read my lips so hard

That he was left blind

I’ve never been signed

But I’ve been signed off

Cause I never rhyme soft

Or wore designed cloth

Every time I cough

I swear to God that it’s a cardiac arrest

Feel my chest

Make sure it’s not a heart attack

I’m stressed

It’s rest that I probably lack

Yes.

I’m a full fledged

Over the edge hypochondriac obsessed

With cleaning the rims on my Pontiac

Rollin through the plaza asking

«where tha party at?»

Come in hardly last

But hardly fat

Buying oil in Iraq

To get him violent

And his car keys back

My wife don’t want me back

I want to hold her

It’s a shame she ain’t been the same

Ever since I told her

«This is my house

You don’t like it, you can get the fuck out

This is my roof, you live by my rules bitch.»

She said I had to bounce

Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce

Joey Beats makes you wanna bounce

Non-Prophets weathered and deep cuts

We send battle rhymes to shatter minds

The Secret Service Crew

But them all fall through

Non-Prophets

If you’re jumping up and down right now

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