Turbo T. Double - Destruction lyrics

[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