Damage control

[Boogey]Now that all the rappers has Did theirs… I’m sorry; they Made me do it… Sorry 1, 2 Boogey’s coming for You… Things messed up, and I ain’t Having it so I’m defensive, this is Damage Control They say I’m possessed by Dark forces My idle hand been controlled To write They took my left, and never Left Only left to control the right The sound of God and Lucifer Rolling dice On the coldest nights What the fight for my Soul is Like Hold a mic, like I hold a knife. Time to make a killing, or Something the ladies feeling I could put some Doctor Phil In, or fill in for Drake with Feelings (What the hell are you) A Question they asking often A weapon of mass Destruction, a Tech and Kalashnikov (Pow pow pow) (You remember me?) I gave you a mixtape so art-ificial You hardly listen, if we don’t Put a couple of party hits in Or say we want “Ur Waist” as We wasting some good Potential (Aww: you think it’s about Talent; that’s kinda cute: keep Venting) Haaa! Now let me spazz, like I’m high on a heavy drag Of that good stuff, my head in the sky as I left rehab Thanking Fela and Marley for Inspiration they let me have I’m rapping in front the Mirror, reflection is Jesse Jagz This thing could make u OD You don’t know me, every Verse I smash it No smash hit, but I been going Hulk on niggas lowkey Dropped a Sanctum video I saw the rating spike Then a “Control” verse from Another country came to take The hype (Shyte) You rap lovers with hands dragging A band wagon That’s packed with People who just think it’s cool To have comments And some social network emcees who just come to brag On it (Kinda sad) I’m ‘bout to give ‘em that Work if they that jobless (No rappers in Nigeria) How Good have u been searching Just because it’s by your People, you conclude the Music’s worthless The music lost its use and purpose, jeans are yellow Shoes are purple Forget the message, what Matters to the youth is Twerking The industry tried to make me a ghost writer, for ghost Writers They said I was too deep for Danfo drivers It’s controversial so give me Linda Ikeji’s number She’ll say that I write so deep You’ll see it 50 pages under No sleep: I stayed awake Practising ‘cos I had the skill Coffee kept me up, and so Maybe some day, viagra will. I don’t want no trouble, I Don’t want no trouble “Limpopo” is a river, not a Dance; nobody taught you? I don’t want no trouble, I Don’t want no trouble Eva, I’ll knock your lights out If you just let me…. Nevertheless, it’s trouble I’m Causing I bet my life that I’m a be Famous, if I lose Then it’s double or nothing If I’m desperate, I get in touch with my cousins Have ‘em in the sand at my Shoot, Waving hands, I’m in a Suit In a tub full of water After this, I’ll need White House protection How you kill your Grammy Dream for a nice blouse Collection? Pack heat or pack a punch that Has Pacquiao passing out You ain’t hip hop ‘cos you say “yo” and half of your ass is Out Chicks forgot music, they’re Fans of 6-packs and a massive House Or if they laughing to the Bank, and you acting as Basketmouth Girls with sex appeal that Could make the D on a corpse Erect “Holla at your boy” but know That I don’t have a Porsche to Wreck Or the resources yet To make “Mrs. Odey” your Name Personally (hey) I might decide to propose With a range They begging for S.A.D., A.S.A.P Or my voice on that “Omote” Remix by Ese P Ghana and SA be Killing it, taking over When we’ve got the greatest Talent here That the media ain’t Promoting See E.L., Sakordie and M.anifest, As they manifesting The sickness, of a man infested With parasites SA rappers be competing Almost beating dudes in Ghana Mr. Forbes aka AKA, Proverb And Khuli Chana. No more names, but that Don’t the make rest less Important Running outta time and I Prefer less stress recording (Psych!) I’m M.I. before “Chairman” I’m Terry getting scary on a Track, when they hear BANS They fear man I’m Modenine on nine ecstacy Pills I’m Ruggedy taking shots at You mumu rappers, wear a Vest or be killed I am Dagrin walking away From the crash scene I’m facing death and karma, but I’m beating the tag team Tagging me the antagonist Attack ‘em with Black Magic And you listening to demons Battling if you playing this Track backwards I don’t want no trouble, I Don’t want no trouble I don’t want no trouble, I Don’t want no trouble I don’t want no trouble, I Don’t want no trouble I don’t want no trouble: I Swear…