Life Is What Distracts You From Death Lyrics - Sage Francis

Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unh 

Life is what distracts you from death 

Gaspin for breath 

Grabbin your chest 

Now look to God and ask him what's left? 

No answer, now how can I pass the test? 

I can't figure out the order of this bastard's mess 

I'm feelin disasterous 

Massive stress 

It's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess 

Now put that to rest 

I'm sportin rags when I dress 

While you're mad obsessed 

With Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess 

Got selected best when rap was a braggin contest 

Now you could of sounded like THIS 

To sell records act possessed 

I've blasted the best 

Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest 

Hooooes need to get their fat asses dressed 

Masters of sex 

Must have been molested ___?___ committed incest 

Violated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts 

Got father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up 

I never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def 

As you get gassed by the press 

Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas left 

I had to walk my way home but I forgot the address 

Once I got there I had no access 

To my house 

Moms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouth 

My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold back 

I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black 

Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack 

She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap 

The way she does when she smoooookes crack 

You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak moment 

Opponents are slow to react 

Like when I got to gave a pound and you throw dap 

Now you know that 

Every man is listenin 

Change your hand positioning 

It makes no sense like a satanic christening 

They panic from all the shit I bring 

You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening 

I make it interesting 

They keep distancing themselves from what I have to say 

Peace to my family members that are gone and passed away 

Day after day it makes me think about my worth and purpose 

On this earth's surface 

Since birth, this world has been a circus 

Of three rings 

Once Armageddon begins 

We'll hang ourselves from the tree limbs 

With G strings 

You see there's too much swinging 

From the hips 

Read my lips 

As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slips 

But I made Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star" 

Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems there are 

Don't get fooled my the media 

Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya 

Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy lips 

I'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-Six 

Sage Francis got you thinkin maybe it's... 

All down hill from here just like the Patriots