Sage Francis - ID Thieves lyrics

[Verse 1:] While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring Fell around my neck, I started choking My soul got stuck looking for openings I thought ghosts weren’t supposed to sing like cage birds If you’re a free broken spirit let the pearly gates burn, baby, burn The muted trumpets in my chest take turns When I release to spit valves gag on Gabe’s germs Some of this is fiction written all across it But this bathroom lid and I’m too busy spitting in a faucet sh**ting blood thinking of the quickest drug to heal me But I’m not lovesick, your sick idea of love would k** me Time to pry open the truth Apply pliers to my own broken tooth DIY or die, no health care benefits You could spare me the ‘'I know, I’ve been there’‘ sentiments I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces Mainly my own though, I’ve lost patience I’m painting over old photos, I’m new now Fresh out the box all bloody Somebody cut me loose, slap me, call me ugly Say it how you see it, buddy, I’m a hurting hot mess A constantly inconsistent work in progress Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less They wanna a**a**inate your character content When pressed like ab-workouts, super thin The whitest looking Jew screaming ’‘Jerusalem’' [Hook:] (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They are the identity thieves (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They speak war and pretend that it’s peace (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They are k**ers by a**ociation (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They’ll hurt your credits with misappropriation [Verse 2:] You can’t just get comfy and stand in one spot Like a king of the mountain you've been planted on top Surveying the land of your family plot ‘Til it’s all been abandoned, you're the man 'til you’re not It happens like that when you rest on your laurels Like a shot to your back, it’ll mess with your morals It’s a matter of fact I’ve consulted with oracles Precaution of a shaman who was dressed so informal I’m a poor man with cash making points with no fingers Bringing popular back 'till the smell of s** lingers Hard bodies will stack more neatly and tidy But I swallowed her visions, now she sees inside me She-devil so chiesty, deceptive and s**y Walk with me, I’ll give your legs epilepsy My game is so shaky, if you love pain but hate me That’s a paradox I’m unable to explain Conspiracy exposed, it’s the way in which we fold the bill Trying to overdose, instead you just choke on your pills It’s overk** if you’re just going for thrills Seek a mountain you can punch good, expose into molehills I’ve done this yoddle ever since I was a child I’ve got this other yoddle I ain’t done in a while It goes pure Himalayan intelligence Braving the elements from a man cave and haven’t shaved ever since Never forget, you were the s**m that made it Plus the unexpected pregnancy could have been terminated So thanks to chance, and romance, and dancing We’re headed to our own damn thing, prepare kid Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do? I wouldn’t chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you Out shine you with the torch that was given to me Torches and I’ll pa** it to ba*tards of the little league If rap was a game you’d be M.V.P Most Valued Puppet of this industry Get your I.D, Independent? f** you!