billy woods - Damage lyrics
[billy woods - Damage lyrics]
I rock somewhere between Jay-Z
And Charles S dutton
No more motherfucker jobless shucking
Pushing that Mutually Assured
Destruction button
Lights out, world guinness stout hurled
Intergalactus Mount
Prepare for rolling blackouts
Black Backwoodz rolling on back routes
No doubt put the mic down, get your
Gats out
Lick a round for this champion sound
Gutter mouth, speaker face, subwoofer
Under the ribcage, enter the valley with
The light brigade
Clutching rusty razorblades
Gillette phrase giving out close shaves
Like UNLV games i take great
Pains not to sound like you lames, not to
Sound like you lames
I see dead people, photo albums of yearbook
Pages, rusting, gilded cages oxymo-
-ronic like slave wages pressure
Build ‘til it
Cracks gauges, swallow pride, mouthfuls
Of razors and catch the vapors, burning bare
Foot in Jamaica to dodging lasers
In the land of
Skyscrapers, old-school payphones and pagers
Drunk, bucking out blazers, hit
Bystanders and keep stepping like drum majors
That’s gangster, huh? woods collapse
Stages pulling favors, that’s
Gangster, huh? Or so you think
The world is roller rink skate ‘til that
Gate clink some of these lady
Cops could get a wink
But they better not blink somewhere from
Dissing NSYNC to gangster ink, too much
Alizé in that drink that’s some TV shit
‘Cause, in the hood
Same niggas that empty clips
In wheelchairs, saying if they had one wish
But the damage is done
Careful like operation, shock therapy patient
Grow room, be patient, spit
Vacation, inhale medication, a blue
Blood relation, paradox when he bled
Thoroughbred, thorough dreads, higher heights
Known for getting nights rolling like dice
Holding top flight, duty-free THC ener-
-gy rPG, who the enemy?
Sober off the Hennessey, sweating bullets
In Tennessee, guerilla my pedigree
All I need is ten of me that’s self-
-therapy like Hamas on my couch
Why are guided missiles headed for
The house? I got
A claymore mount, shrapnel grill shine like
Players down south don’t let me find
Your whereabout, put your body’s parts there-
-abouts now you’re quiet as a church mouse
Sunday service baptized with verses
More water, water than a go-go you nervous
This style cursive, coercive like
Police chokehold, accidentally on purpose
Accidentally on purpose
And Charles S dutton
No more motherfucker jobless shucking
Pushing that Mutually Assured
Destruction button
Lights out, world guinness stout hurled
Intergalactus Mount
Prepare for rolling blackouts
Black Backwoodz rolling on back routes
No doubt put the mic down, get your
Gats out
Lick a round for this champion sound
Gutter mouth, speaker face, subwoofer
Under the ribcage, enter the valley with
The light brigade
Clutching rusty razorblades
Gillette phrase giving out close shaves
Like UNLV games i take great
Pains not to sound like you lames, not to
Sound like you lames
I see dead people, photo albums of yearbook
Pages, rusting, gilded cages oxymo-
-ronic like slave wages pressure
Build ‘til it
Cracks gauges, swallow pride, mouthfuls
Of razors and catch the vapors, burning bare
Foot in Jamaica to dodging lasers
In the land of
Skyscrapers, old-school payphones and pagers
Drunk, bucking out blazers, hit
Bystanders and keep stepping like drum majors
That’s gangster, huh? woods collapse
Stages pulling favors, that’s
Gangster, huh? Or so you think
The world is roller rink skate ‘til that
Gate clink some of these lady
Cops could get a wink
But they better not blink somewhere from
Dissing NSYNC to gangster ink, too much
Alizé in that drink that’s some TV shit
‘Cause, in the hood
Same niggas that empty clips
In wheelchairs, saying if they had one wish
But the damage is done
Careful like operation, shock therapy patient
Grow room, be patient, spit
Vacation, inhale medication, a blue
Blood relation, paradox when he bled
Thoroughbred, thorough dreads, higher heights
Known for getting nights rolling like dice
Holding top flight, duty-free THC ener-
-gy rPG, who the enemy?
Sober off the Hennessey, sweating bullets
In Tennessee, guerilla my pedigree
All I need is ten of me that’s self-
-therapy like Hamas on my couch
Why are guided missiles headed for
The house? I got
A claymore mount, shrapnel grill shine like
Players down south don’t let me find
Your whereabout, put your body’s parts there-
-abouts now you’re quiet as a church mouse
Sunday service baptized with verses
More water, water than a go-go you nervous
This style cursive, coercive like
Police chokehold, accidentally on purpose
Accidentally on purpose