Lyrics: Boogey – Damage Control

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Now that all the rappers has did theirs… I’m sorry; they made me do it…

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
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….

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  • I will always appreciate u boogey

    Emizzyz September 6, 2013 5:53 pm
  • This song got deep message, like seriously, we got the BEST Rappers in Africa, but the Media are not promoting them!

    And I also blame the Government, if they had structured Nigerian Educational system well, we would have kids, youths who can understand rap and the message.

    God blessed me as a kid to know what Rap really means though. I really give thanks to God.

    Watch out for me too! G’IYAZ

    GIYAZ March 4, 2014 7:19 pm

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