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Billy woods - “Damage”
[Emcee(s): billy woods]
[Producer(s): DJ Marmaduke]

[Verse 1: 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

[Verse 2: billy woods]
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