Sage Francis - Question Their Motives lyrics
[Intro] [Sage Francis] I have entered This wonderful world of politics Where white collar tricks got me on a proper fix Til' they want me to talk about Hollow tips, ganja hits and vodka sips They got sick of topics like the apocalypse So I start to mix lots of sh** suggested by outsiders Who should get off on the(?) open their mouths wider I'd rather go down on the vagina of little Kim during her period Then be forced to make a joke of my existence and be a silly kid Who never questions the placement and purpose of each Egyptian pyramid I'll stick to eccentric epics and construct another Iliad Turn on my television and channel Homer Ward off the evil spirits with some incense and candle aroma That's not as sellable as a vandalist persona So to hell with them I'm a tough guy Watch me crush this can of soda Rrrr Tin is putty in my hand I'mma continue to sit over til' everybody understands That sincerity is sincerely lacking in show biz Talking about walking a route of evil giving your ho HIV's I'd rather be having you walk the avenue of insight that my flow gives When an MC records records question his motives When a DJ plays that record question his motives See you don't understand I know kids who say they're addicted to s** When in actuality they're addicted to s**ual images Masturbating Their brain in intellectual scrimmages Inside of every conceptual lyricist is a thug rapper And in every gun-clapper there is a metaphycisist Heads listen to this knowing there is truth in the sarcasm But who's hearts spasm When they hear us execute arts to the maximum potential Blast an instrumental Find a self professed freestyle king And ask him to get mental Confiscate his writing utensil Dental records link the teeth marks he left biting his pencil to his crab actions Another fraud is identified Now when there are ciphers, he is no longer let inside He shall remain an outsider Feel the pain of a pariah If you've got a closed mind Then I'll open your brain wider Say hi to your jock writin' counterparts As I rip your town apart With people you consider confidants After my mantra starts Bask in my nonchalance And creates a relaxing ambiance As I drip wax on your body parts The rapture hardly stops I capture hotties hearts with a spatula cause it's probably hot Catapult some ish To.. Milosevic Til' he stops acting like such a b**h Trying to make cultures switch And that'll end the sorrow Inside of Denver, Colorado Servin' secrets you do not know ADM spit a hot flow