Damage
Non-Prophets Lyrics


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[Chorus:]
I'm doing damage (uh), damage (uh), damage (uh), damage (uh)
Damage (uh), damage (uh), destruction (terror), motherfucker say what?
(One) something's got to give
(Two) something's got to give
(Three) something's got to give
Arrrgghh...
Sage Francis is out of it, he done switched his tone
Closet alcoholics anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
Nobody knows so I press on...
I go to Fugazi shows requesting minor threat songs

Drunk driving for Exxon, don't slalom the icebergs
It's smooth sailing 'til the boat bottom bites curbs
No problem, but my sight's blurred, don't serve me drinks
Because I'll write the words that make this whole world sink

I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave
Stuck to the T.V. and completely out of it these days
I've got a CD fuck the counterfeit DJ's
Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off Ebay

I'm sick of headwraps... They meditate on rhymes
Swing lead bats... To elevate their minds
Get back... emcees ain't fucking righteous
Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this

[Chorus]

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath stalkin'
Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my Walkman
Talkin' to myself over instrumental cassettes
The essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex

Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case
Suck it up or spit it out, how's that medicated bed taste?
I replaced the sheets, I love ripping off pillow cases
Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces

Like that! "Do you like that?"
"If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?"
I hijacked your daughter's school bus
Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply gods that you trust

Whose plush style of living and senseless spending
Is eh-heh-heh-heh-ending
Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins
Standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras

Damage (damage) you know what I'm saying
(Damage) (damage) yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I'm doing damage)
Come on y'all! (Damage) you know the damage (damage)

This music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type
Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak)
Others write with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak)

Verbally inept except when subjects are expected
Preconceived conversation styles, "that small talk shit was written kid!"
Caught me, watch me freestyle this bowel movement
You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels stupid!"

Thought I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?
Shit is hot, plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts
Your mommy thinks I'm dope... There's no pretending I'm not
Put hockey sticks in your throat... From the penalty box

Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support
Having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts
Maintaining my composure when game night is over
And I don't strike a pose... I strike a poseur, doin' damage

[Chorus]

I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip
Joe beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick
Fighting drama queens in the white college scene
Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams

After they're chased with an axe, half of their face'll collapse
You ain't copped it when non-prophets dropped bass on wax?
Well, I'm your typical hip hop political figure
But I'm not left wing or right wing, I'm the middle finger

And Joe's a sick, demented, jaded mind reader
Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 mm
When it's time to rock shut the fuck up
I never had writer's block and Joey's never been in a production slump

(Jump, jump) it's totally worth it now
(Jump, jump) don't listen when they say it's not
(Jump, jump) it always hurts coming down
This is my house, you don't like it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop

(Yeah, yeah, cousin? Coming through your area, we're non prophets
Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production
And my man GJ Mek-a-Lek on the cut, bring it!)
(One) it's nothing wrong with me
(Two) it's nothing wrong with me




(Three) it's nothing wrong with me
Arrgghh...

Overall Meaning

The song "Damage" by Non-Prophets presents a frenetic, aggressive, and experimental perspective of hip-hop that tackles a range of societal and personal issues challenging the individual in everyday life. The chorus "I'm doing damage" is repeated over and over again and seems to embody the idea of that they are trying to break something, which can be the norms and stereotypes that hold people down. The lyrics describe a world that is dark, surreal, and dystopian. Sage Francis speaks about himself, his alcoholism, his anger towards pretentious hip-hop artists not sticking to their roots, and his willingness to go after what he wants in life, even if that means causing chaos. He also takes a break from describing his life and talks about breaking down societal norms by picking up the kids in a school bus and dismantling ridiculous religions that he sees as causing harm rather than positivity. The song ultimately becomes a reflection on the negative aspects of society as a whole and an anthem for those who want to tear down the status quo and cause chaos to bring real change.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm doing damage (uh), damage (uh), damage (uh), damage (uh)
I am causing harm and destruction repeatedly and without restraint


Damage (uh), damage (uh), destruction (terror), motherfucker say what?
More destruction is being done and it's causing terror, can you handle it?


(One) something's got to give
A change is necessary to resolve the current situation


(Two) something's got to give
Another change is necessary to resolve the current situation


(Three) something's got to give
Yet another change is necessary to resolve the current situation


Sage Francis is out of it, he done switched his tone
Sage Francis is not in a good state of mind and has changed his style


Closet alcoholics anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
I am an alcoholic and I drink by myself even though I am part of Alcoholics Anonymous


Nobody knows so I press on...
No one is aware of my problems so I continue to live with them


I go to Fugazi shows requesting minor threat songs
I attend concerts of one band and request songs from another band


Drunk driving for Exxon, don't slalom the icebergs
I drive while intoxicated for Exxon but try to avoid obstacles


It's smooth sailing 'til the boat bottom bites curbs
Everything is going well until a sudden and unexpected problem arises


No problem, but my sight's blurred, don't serve me drinks
There is no problem, but my vision is blurry and I do not want to be served alcohol


Because I'll write the words that make this whole world sink
If I am served alcohol, I will write lyrics that cause the downfall of the world


I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave
I am emotionally conflicted and need to clean myself


Stuck to the T.V. and completely out of it these days
I am watching a lot of television and am completely disassociated from reality


I've got a CD fuck the counterfeit DJ's
I have a CD and do not support fake DJs


Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off Ebay
These DJs rejected our vinyl but later purchased a different album online


I'm sick of headwraps... They meditate on rhymes
I am tired of people wearing headwraps who use meditation as a way to write rhymes


Swing lead bats... To elevate their minds
They use violence to improve their mental state


Get back... emcees ain't fucking righteous
Back away, these rappers are not morally righteous


Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this
Craig Mack has never experienced physical abuse like this before


I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath stalkin'
I am a very frightening and disturbed individual


Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my Walkman
I am listening to music on a Walkman with an empty tape, like Natalie Portman in a movie


Talkin' to myself over instrumental cassettes
I am speaking to myself while music plays in the background


The essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex
I am describing the process of having a vivid imaginary sexual experience


Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case
Either manipulate my mind or leave me alone


Suck it up or spit it out, how's that medicated bed taste?
Deal with your problems or vomit, how does it feel to be medicated?


I replaced the sheets, I love ripping off pillow cases
I changed my bedding and enjoy tearing off pillowcases


Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces
I am causing physical harm by breaking teeth and putting shards of glass in someone's mouth


Like that! "Do you like that?"
Do you enjoy being treated like this?


"If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?"
If you could defend yourself, would you?


I hijacked your daughter's school bus
I took control of your daughter's school transportation


Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply gods that you trust
I destroyed illogical religions that provide gods in which you have faith


Whose plush style of living and senseless spending
These individuals live excessively and spend without reason


Is eh-heh-heh-heh-ending
Their lifestyle is coming to an end


Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins
Sage Francis applies bandages to fake bodies with fake diseases


Standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras
I am standing in my pajamas with bananas and secretly recording videos


Damage (damage) you know what I'm saying
I am causing destruction, do you understand me?


(Damage) (damage) yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I'm doing damage)
Cause destruction with me, I always seek opportunities to do so


Come on y'all! (Damage) you know the damage (damage)
Join in on the destruction, you understand how it's done


This music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights
The origins of this music are violent, and I have been physically assaulted during difficult times


You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type
You may find my bruises attractive, but we are not related


Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak)
Some people bother me by speaking poorly


Others write with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak)
Other people write well but are unable to express themselves verbally


Verbally inept except when subjects are expected
I am not good at speaking except when the topic is familiar


"That small talk shit was written kid!"
Don't bother me with small talk, it was pre-written


Caught me, watch me freestyle this bowel movement
You found me, now watch me improvise as I defecate


You won't hear no "ooohs" or "ahhhs" when I choose to use no vowels stupid!"
I refuse to use vowels and you will not be impressed by it


Thought I was kidding when I wasn't, bitch?
Did you think I was joking when I was serious?


Shit is hot, plumbers unclog my toilet wearing over mitts
My situation is very intense, even the plumbers need protective gloves


Your mommy thinks I'm dope... There's no pretending I'm not
Your mother believes I am great, there's no denying it


Put hockey sticks in your throat... From the penalty box
I will harm you with hockey sticks from the penalty box


Enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support
My enemies admire me while their girlfriends are attracted to me


Having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts
People are having casual sex on basketball courts


Maintaining my composure when game night is over
I control my emotions when the competition is finished


And I don't strike a pose... I strike a poseur, doin' damage
I do not take pictures, but I do punish people who are frauds


I quickly enter your honey dip, strip ends from your money clip
I quickly seduce your girlfriend and take money from her wallet


Joe beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick
Joe is hitting you with a blunt and unattractive object until you die


Fighting drama queens in the white college scene
I am fighting people who cause unnecessary drama in college


Wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams
We are stealing from people who are intimidated into giving us their possessions


After they're chased with an axe, half of their face'll collapse
After running away from us, people will suffer severe injuries and facial damage


You ain't copped it when non-prophets dropped bass on wax?
Have you not heard our album with bass-heavy tracks?


Well, I'm your typical hip hop political figure
I am a common type of political figure in hip hop culture


But I'm not left wing or right wing, I'm the middle finger
I am not politically aligned, I am opposed to the conventional system


And Joe's a sick, demented, jaded mind reader
Joe has a disturbed mentality and can predict others' thoughts


Who shoots the shit with a nickle-plated 9 mm
Joe talks casually while holding a handgun


When it's time to rock shut the fuck up
When it is time to perform, be quiet and listen


I never had writer's block and Joey's never been in a production slump
I have never had difficulty writing and Joe has never had difficulty producing music


(Jump, jump) it's totally worth it now
Taking action is completely worth the risk at this moment


(Jump, jump) don't listen when they say it's not
Ignore the negative opinions of others who say it is not worth taking action


(Jump, jump) it always hurts coming down
Remember that there will be consequences when taking action


This is my house, you don't like it? Get the fuck off of my rooftop
This is my domain and if you do not like it, leave




Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, WARP MUSIC LIMITED, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd
Written by: ROBERT BERKELEY, STUART JOHN CRICHTON, GEORGE EVELYN HERBERT, ROBIN TAYLOR-FIRTH, CHRISTOPHER TOSNEY

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