Damage Control (Control Cover) Lyrics

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 Add or View Explanation {Show/Hide}

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….