[Intro]
Yeah uh huh soundtrack what up man yeah
Its T Double Turbo scramblin
[Verse 1]
The moment he wakes up he takes up the seat
And then he sits in front of his PC because he tryna make a hit
He has crusts on his lips that's Chip Ahoy
Wrappers scattered over the carpet throughout his apartment
Compartments and crates of vinyl from Lionel Richie the maze
Are placed under his table so he could sample them
Not to mention he dont even listen to nam one of them
He upload oldies to his phantom then he run with them
He tryna make songs with them he choppin and he screwin em
He mixin and shiftin and switches
The switchin the different switches
Can't nobody tell him he ain't vicious
Inside of his mind he oughta be singed
No one can tell him differently
Hes determined to earn respect to earn plaques for his tracks
And earn some checks to cash so he can smash through ave in a jet
And that brand new jag as he brags hes the best yes
No he dont do it for the love he do it for respect
Yeah he do it for the checks ok he do it to be seen in the magazine
On the television screen with the biggest bling on the set
[hook]
This is the
Destruction of production
Which is the
Production of destruction
This is the
Destruction of production
Which is destruction
[Verse 2]
Chyeah he checks on the net everyday
Sending messages to well known producers
Like please check out this beat I made
Its fire Ill retire if you dont think its ridiculous
I promise you I swear man my beats are so magnificent
Just listen to one of them
Not one of them producers responded to his numerous foolish promises
His comments were just comical
On top of dat
His beats wasn't all dat like nickelodeon
It was a buncha show yeah
Just a rerun a rerun patterns horns, high hats, and a whistle
-whistle-
That last line didn't sound right right? right
Thats cuz it was equivalent to what his sound sounded like
His beat sounded like a child that was hyped on froot loops
Given pro-tools and then thrown in the studio
For some reason
He was feelin them when he was hearin them in his equilibrium
They was beautiful
(nah uh)
He dont do it for the love no
He do it for respect ok
He do it for the checks chyeah
He do it to be seen in the magazine
On the television screen
With the biggest bling on the set
[hook]
Chyeah the moonlight shines down the side of his face
As he touches up the speed spot turning up the base
He mumbles to himself yeah mane doing great
And once timberland hear you gon get cha big break
He takes out his supper
A couple of chip-a-hoy cookies
He eat em and throw the rappers on the floor
Before he continues to make beats to sell
He logs on the net to check his email
But its empty (what)
Its so frustratin
He dont understand man he thought his beats was blazing
Swizz beats just blazing
Kanye should pay him for the beats he was creatin
Everyone hates em thats how he feels as he kneels to the floor
And he cries as he disconnects some wires
He ties one side to the door the other around his neck
Walks to the balcony and then he stands on the ledge
And he... didn't do it for the love nah
He did it for respect
He did it for the checks
He did it to be seen on the magazine in the television screen
Now he gotta noose on his neck
[hook]
Its T Double
Turbo
TSST
Yea
Show em how to do it man