Damage - Pharoahe Monch

Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew

Damage, damage, damage, damage

They cock them hammers, wave them llamas

But that’s that in front of the camera drama

So when the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them dali lama’s

Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, load me

You know exactly what I am, murderer

When I’m inserted on to the top of fifteen family members

It’s the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr

This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity

Pro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me annually

You dont figitty faze me yo

I won’t tigitty tase you bro

Figgity fucking cut you in half like it’s nothing minus the laser scope

Then I will ring your bell like Avon

Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)

The (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)

Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters

Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm

Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws

For ever-lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws

Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I’ve worked with

My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus

Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew

Damage, damage, damage, damage

Nigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)

Scratch your name off my calendar

See that was me thru a silencer

What you just heard was a .44 caliber

Now you can fill in the blanks

I will pillage your town

Killing them with Dillinger rounds

Nigga fill in the clip cause I’m willing to flip

See I’m sort of certified, I’m fortified live

You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I’ve seen

Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs

Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins

Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet

Meet greet, pop I don’t sleep, I don’t stop

I love hate, hate cops

That’s why I laugh when you pull it

I’m motivated and crass

I’m so elated when I see them on the news (you fuckin' pigs!)

They flying the flag half mass

See there’s no need for conversation

When we’re discussing the bullet’s point of view

Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew

Damage, damage, damage, damage