[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…
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…
( Boogey )
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