[Lyric] DAMAGE CONTROL (T-STONE)

Track 5 – damage control

[Verse 1: T stone]
9 times out of 1O ,I’m too rebellious
I’m quick to pull back the trigger for all my alias
I cross em out
For talking loud and they ain’t back it up
I’m shape shifting
My star sign is not regular

Fuck the top ten they ain’t good enough
I can take em on without a song in a single chart
Next best thing after casper and khuli chana
Album of the year is what I claim once I put out

These other niggas all suck if you ask me
I put em in a column like I am winograsky
If you ain’t a question paper how the fuck you gon test me
Got too many rhymes I probably should’ve opened a factory
Ee
Roll a j so I can flow like a jet sky
I’m bout to fuck the game up like I took down the panty
And I heard life is a bitch but you can tell we got chemistry (mxoaaa)
Never been a chef but in the booth I’m the recipe

I got yellow bones that’d probably ditch home just to marry me
But I gotta get this money way before I have family
I’m like corona virus every day I make enemies
But my music is the cure I swear to god I’m the remedy
Ee

[Chorus :T-stone]
Put it on blast
Fuck a fake nigga any day
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
Fuck a fake bitch any day
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
I got jayz in my face
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
I got jayz in my face
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it
[verse 2 : T stone]

I’m at a point of no return let my sperm go
Young black and gifted so I move like I’m jango
In the stu with a pistol and I wrote names on the ammo
Book smart but I’m busy pushing drugs in the ghetto
They find it hard to catch up cause they moving so damn slow

I’m a lyrical assassin what you think I was here for
I’m trying to see myself smoking L’s in a lambo
Bad bitches on my neck as they dance to the tempo
Chain hanging on my neck like it’s a piece of the temple

You gotta dance with the devil before you land on my level
You gotta replicate the fire that you hear in my demo
I’m at a point where catching bodies comes and goes with the memo
Fuck a critic they can suck my dick and chock on the mass flow
Chicks say I’m an asshole
Its cool I can live with that but not without cashflow

Not without the passion that I wear like a rain coat
The hunger for success your peers lack so they stay broke
A dick that fucks a black and white chic in the same stroke
Yeah yeah yeah yeah…
I don’t mean to disrespect but tell your mother I said
[Chorus :T-stone]
Put it on blast
Fuck a fake nigga any day
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
Fuck a fake bitch any day
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
I got jayz in my face
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Put it on blast
I got jayz in my face
Put it on blast let the hood dance to it

Ey yeah
Ey yeah
Ey yeah
Ey yeah