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Inner Conflict - Sage Francis
I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market
And can't think with logic Logics are in the distance so
I'm makin' a pop hit hip hop is askin themselves why this kid talks ****
It's just I'm never breakin even so I throw an art fit
Sick of rappers sayin' fresh
But stink like armpit and couldn't test a single member
That's within our clique I'll bring it to you right now
But you don't really want it I'm born to the sauce
That make ya heart skip
If you rolled as much as you're told you'd get car sick
A constant my pissed off audience is at your concert
Sittin in the front row get wet with what they all spit
I'll be standin in the back hittin ya with a tall stick
I could drown your a*s in oil and still ya not slick
Winnin over your fan base make 'em say aw **** right in ya damn face
Confidence you lost it
Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard ****
Inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit
Inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes this isn't a comic strip
Inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict I sing of conflict I'm in a conflict
I'd rather be artistic
Painting pictures with my words while freaking a tar pit
You're broad strokes are filed with lead so what you're eating's toxic
With this poisonous self destruction you're feeling stop it
Taking more than god's name in vein making your beating heart quit
Put you on the floor then pull the carpet out from under your feet
And watch you drop quick flying through
The airwaves hit you in a drop kick on
The WWF wrought his war tip
Run up in your crib and watch that horse trip
Playing healthy mind games that keep her thoughts
Sick the plot is not the only thing
I think is in this porn flick
Once I'm done with her you really think she wants your d**k
That's not how I'd rather be
This is not who I would rather be
This is not what I would rather be
I am not lit hittin on some club hoppin' bar chick
I star to flick name dropping on some super star trick
Only for the sake of seein her jump on the jock quick simply
Get that cock trick spit what your mom drip
Back to these bastards who claim they got grip
Take your finger off the safety
And let your glock click Aim for the back of my fist
Make it your target stigmata I let the blood from my palm drip
I've got to cold and sober socials in the Arctic
I'll single-handedly rip through your family
Make it look like a mob hit
Better stiff it if your biscuit got limp
I'll go down head first like Fred Durst
For a hot lick of this lollipop stick
Sick of suckers thinking they can balk it
Hip-hop rip offs over a guitar lick
That little ***** has slit his wrists with his guitar pick
I stick to my convictions
It don't make me a convict
I compliment only those who deserve the prospect
Never tried the chronic chucked the tire tonic not your normal human assuming I'm bionic
'Bout to blow up listen to my inner time bomb click
Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard ****
Inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit
Inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes
This isn't a comic strip Inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict
I sing of conflict I'm in a conflict
I'd rather be artistic
