[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…