Damage - Billy Woods

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