Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overdose , by - Black Milk. Song from the album Tronic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.10.2008
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Overdose |
| Yeah |
| Ayo, this is how we chill from 2010 |
| Shoutout to my niggas in Hiero |
| I go, I know my flow, is still kinda psycho, sideshow |
| Yo but it’s alright though |
| They watch me ignite those mics like |
| I be spittin' pyro like those likewise |
| Light chicks with the light brown like eyes |
| Dark skin, nice thighs, right, |
| And nice, when my sight seen her from behind |
| But, this is how it feels when you stackin' a mil |
| Why hate, I just let the haters debate |
| About how he’s great, |
| And how he ain’t, and how he can’t spit |
| And how he ain’t that and ain’t this |
| While saying, I wish my shit banged like this |
| Yeah, when i create somethin' like this |
| Then my mind’s great |
| High, in my Jimi Hendrix mindstate |
| But here comes the great showman |
| I show you somethin' great as Beethoven |
| Playin' deaf with his earlobes closed |
| And ya’ll niggas ain’t focused |
| Like a camera lens that ain’t showin' the pic |
| As clear as clean water flowin' |
| (Chorus) |
| Yeah, from the bottom of the totem pole, |
| To the top like an overflow, |
| I give ya’ll the overdose, overdose |
| (Scratching- You fuckin' with the, overdose |
| huh, huh, i’m a… that’s the truth, huh, i’m a… that’s the truth, huh… |
| i’m the truth, salute.) |
| (Verse 2) |
| Yeah, |
| Ayo, who’s the best |
| Heavy like dumbbells on your arms |
| I bury you broads |
| While spittin' barbarian bars |
| Yo, I play my cards right but he don’t play |
| Movie script, gang shit, Carlito’s way |
| Push cars, broads, see those papes |
| My hoods like the Detroit zoo, |
| And nigga, ya’ll see those apes |
| Spit raps that’s phenom great |
| I’m like Star Trek, spit a verse, |
| Niggas get the Cleon face |
| I’m beyond great |
| Just put a beat on or |
| Gimme the MP, I beat all breaks |
| Don’t like me so what |
| I feed off hate |
| But most likely |
| You starvin', I eat all day |
| Plus, bad broads like Beyonce |
| I skeet on face |
| While ya’ll beat off to skeet tapes |
| It don’t matter still makin' a killin' |
| Crush the game like King Kong feet on a building |
| (Chorus) |
| (Outro) |