let the bad times comr

Flawed Hip Hop

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SICK TO D(EAT)H is the newest edition to SAGE FRANCIS'  "Sick of" mixtape series: http://tinyurl.com/SickToDeathSFR
Available on MP3, CD and cassette. It features contributions by Atmosphere, B. Dolan, Buck 65, Buddy Peace, Cecil Otter, DJ EQ, Kurtis SP, Lord Grunge, No Bird Sing, Prolyphic, Reanimator, Scroobius Pip and many more. The full tracklist and breakdown of each track, along with some additional updates from Mr. Francis, available here: http://www.strangefamousrecords.com/blogs/sage-francis-blog/sick-to-death
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Sick to D(eat)h

SICK TO DEATH mixtape

"YOU CAN'T WIN" - EPIC BEARD MEN (Sage Francis + B. Dolan)

Here is a remix of my original remix... Overall I think this is a cleaner and a more well rounded version of my first take on it. 


Hoofprints In The Sand - Flawed Logic Vs Sage Francis

Change The Beat - Flawed Logic Vs Viktor Vaughn

Let em Come

Special thanks to MonoxStereo for mixing and production contributions. You really helped make this track come to life.

White Whale - Kristoff Krane feat. Joe Horton Vs. Flawed Logic

Don't Think - No Bird Sing feat. Sage Francis Vs Flawed Logic

Sage Francis' Strange Famous Records labelmate dan le sac (of dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip) remixes a track from Sage's 2010 album "LI(F)E." Check out www.StrangeFamous.com for more info and to purchase albums by both Sage and Dan!

THREE SHEETS dan le sac RMX - Sage Francis

From the "Human The Death Dance" album, available on CD & VINYL (signed) at: 
http://tinyurl.com/HumanTheDeathDance 
Also available on iTunes at:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/human-the-death-dance/id262482467
Beat produced by KURTIS SP! http://tinyurl.com/KurtisSP
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--"Hell of a Year" LYRICS--
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It's been a hell of a year but I'm mentally prepared
to do a dance around the next couple medical scares.
I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes,
so I step quietly the way that cat's move.
But I'm bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights.
You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight.
My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed,
so I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names.
I made no claims on the identity theft.
I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left.
It's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail,
so I eat away depression and crush the scale.
You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum...
emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs.
Me? I choose to wallow. I'll just swim in my fat.
You refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back.
This isn't an attack--it's an admission of guilt.
I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk.
But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle.
I stood in the middle, told myself riddles in a robe that's purple.
The murder weapon was an icicle.
Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?
I fight feelings like a war on drugs.
I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction, born through coffee mugs.
Our baby now is "all growed up."
Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck.
And you know what? I know I drove you away.
I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to say.
It's been a tough year. You say that life ain't fair?
Guess what, baby...life ain't. Thems the breaks.
You say that life ain't worth it. But it is. You've gotta' work it.
Nobody's life is perfect

Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand, placed against a stacked deck.
Been through all the cat scans and bad checks.
But I slashed your debt…not your wrists.
I couldn't help with anything else that became cancerous.
Halfway people with a full baby to bury
took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary.
When the smoke clears, try not to stare directly in the light.
Also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like.
It's just a series of unfortunate events,
but the messages we get are more important than death.
What's the rush?
I've got a shortness of breath.
What's the rush?
Running from you running from me.
It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust.
So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
That's just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck.
Suck it up. We're all looking, but nothing's enough.
We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches.
You couldn't just adjust, you combusted and ripped pictures.
This is why I'm not considered a saint?
Well, guess what? I ain't.

It's been a hell of a year...
You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair.
It's been a hell of a trip...
You say my mind's unfit, I've been flip, and I ain't shit.
It's been a hell of a life...
You say that I ain't like the way I write and that ain't right.
It's been a hell of an attempt...
You say that I ain't meant for promises unkept
Well, guess what, darlin'…I'm a keep keep callin'.
Guess what, darlin'…I'm a keep keep callin'.
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