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bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,

I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,

I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,

something

Uh
T-E-V-I-A to N Outside look in
Don't fake no front
Keep emotions like a budget
Can't go over spending funds
Raining down in government print