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damag3 - boom (poss3 cut) lyrics

[chorus: damag3]
(i don’t f+ck with+)
rules, the news
pursuin’ doubloons (i want)
big sticks, that go boom
moves, coups, no proof, smooth
plead the fifth, when i (shhh)

[verse 1: damag3]
nah, nah, keep that sh+t lowkey until we got more people woke up ain’t no sleepers
lord is my sheppard, but b+tch i am not sheepish
keep correspondence where feds and the people pursin’ the opposite simply cannot see it
look, i got collapsible stocks
the pillars of ivory towers
behind the iron veil, lies a coward
not a man but a mouse just surrounded by cheese
that’s been rotting for a couple generations
billionaires steady chillin’ my bas+m+nt (no cryo)
you won’t be hearin’ from them for a while
if you ain’t i, then you’ll never know what i know
b+tch, i’m tappin in. go spinal
it’s the million man march, but it’s feeling like july tho
declaring my independence
my gender pendin, and we swingin’ in the pendulum
it’s gettin’ messy
[chorus: damag3]
(i don’t f+ck with+)
rules, the news
pursuin’ doubloons (i want)
big sticks, that go boom
moves, coups, no proof, smooth
plead the fifth, when i (shhh)

[verse 2: bornwenzday & shno xavier]
(i don’t f+ck with+l, i don’t f+ck with+)
i don’t f+ck with rules, i was a youngant on the loose sippin’ juice hangin’ on the stoop
just here sippin’ booze, nappers on the roof
when i see money make a loop, pull up in his coup
he was kinda lued in the lewy shoes, diamons on his lap lookin’ us back and i heard a boom
then i heard a vroom, k!llers on the loose, body hit the floor then i saw my momma on the new (sheesh)
bullet wounds, bullets holes, bullet sh+lls (sheesh)
counter store, barber store, liquor store (preesh)
you don’t keep a slug, don’t come around here
keys to the city don’t come from the mayor
comes from the plugs, k!llers with drugs
block gon’ jump ’til the swat team bust
potholes, strip clubs, city bus (yeah)
babies raisin’ babies sharin’ city clubs (yeah)
who rang the alarm? who rang the alarm?
they purgin’, take the warrant, search them up then burn ’em
f+ck the law y’all reciting, it’s worthless
just a regular day in my suburban (look, yeah)
[verse 3: shno xavier, all & damag3]
they gonna shark, circle the block
not for a slot, there’s nowhere to park (literally)
my hands is stuck in a box, monopoly
i’m doin’ me but these opps is obsolete
i get the point at the top, isosoles
i get the point, what’s here is not for me
heart set in stone and his watch is ignorant
(eugh) i can’t believe you don’t have time for me
go in the buildin’ and i’m all like “huh?”
i gotta f+ck, f+ck it
ikea is not for me
doin’ it strictly to unleash and unlock a facade
i give it to god, don’t give it away
but don’t give up now, just give it a day
give it some tension and give it some aave
be your qs ‘cus they gon’ want as
you feel me?
(i don’t f+ck with)

[chorus: damag3 & chandler matkins]
(i don’t f+ck with+)
rules, the news
pursuin’ doubloons (i want)
big sticks, that go boom
moves, coups, no proof, smooth
plead the fifth, when i (shhh)
(eugh, what the f+ck)
[verse 4: chandler matkins]
(this beat is disgusting)
chandler doin’ damage on damag3’s track in the back of the studio
got ’em disgusted, they get fl+stered, go in our comments
courage is somethin’ that they ain’t gon’ muster
so they bow out, but we do not trust ’em
double down, cl!ck goes off we bust ’em
(chandler) cl!ck is bustin’, our sh+t is fresh and your sh+t is musty
our sh+t is minty, your sh+t is dusty
we do not talk to most people, you’re lucky
look at this day, it’s lovely
still sh+ttin’ on ’em, i need me some huggies
two up, two down in the passenger seat in the buggy
it’s tight but i’m makin’ ’em bigger
we got some sh+t that’ll f+ck up your evening
chandler’s a menance but they don’t believe it

[verse 5: snick foley & ?]
used to get baldin’, now i get ’em baldin’
now i’m just a [?], boogie in the bowling
here we stand happy, trigger finger happy
motherf+ckers actin’ like a brother know me
couldn’t say it sadly, look i’m always laughing
[?] and sh+t like a school shooter than you don’t expect
i’m block my in and [?] always next, brrr, gratatata
haters f+ck a skew and a [?]
city, f+ck my demons, oh shoot, there’s a cop block
(i love you, i love you, i can’t do it)
mhm, f+ck uncle sam in the b+tt
f+ck him ’til he’s screamin’ when i bust a nut
turn up to a [?] and treat him like a c+nt
pullin’ up to jesus, [?] that’s my son
’cause i’m out at war, swallowin’ the funds
[?] follow child, [?] proper lung
pullin’ out my sword, tell it “f+ck a nun”

[verse 6: gullyspit]
there’s this bit’ handin’ out nooses
full metal track like it cue brick
levelin’ out all these screwhands, i got a boomstick
don’t make me do sh+t under my caution
i like to put a bigot in the dirt, rock rock
imperson they mom, [?] cuff
it’s mainly [?] violences, all of my toxins
i+ i became something they hate
funny they try to deminish me
really got nothin’ to say, i’m busy with [?]
they beggin’ to finish, paranoid feds been plottin’ to get me
how could a stingray come and tell entities that yo’ senators daddy
usbs, [?]
i seen on the news a new round of abuse, animal prisons, ain’t no more room
they gonna put you to use, count creekjack boots
saw me sh+t that a trigger fused, 31+2+10
boom, damag3 tell ’em what we do

[verse 7: kenneth goodrich & damag3]
hop out, hop out
shinin’, put a block out
school of hard knocks, teach ’em drop outs
when you smell a p+ssy and bigots, you know the cops out
who been through the ladder
police, police, police checks the loose and inspect the [?]
next to noose is to protect the useless
like protect a drunk stepdad when the belt don’t hit, i expect abuse
guess the next excuse is the melatin in my skin is a product of the commies ‘cus they don’t know enough
what’s real? who’s fake? [?] knows to bluff
’til you voters understand when your old enough
pull back the the curtain, the psycho exposed
f+ck debit, f+ck credit, the [?] is shown
get it on the debit, the prices? they grow
the right to be home (these b+tches alone)
now read what you sow, i can’t leave for you hoes
got beef with my folks, tryna keep on they toes
keepin my foes and the flow just been countin’ they poles
i+ (i don’t f+ck with+)

[chorus: damag3]
(i don’t f+ck with+)
rules, the news
pursuin’ doubloons (i want)
big sticks, that go boom
moves, coups, no proof, smooth
plead the fifth, when i (shhh)
(eugh, what the f+ck)

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