| Duck from the swing of the knife
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| Where the righteous mind state elevates to eternal life
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| Message to the black man, Federal Express
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| Plus I’m Bruce Lee, thoughts to the chest, may he rest
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| In a box made of pine ‘cause he ate the swine
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| Time to design a new rhyme, count the massacres in every line
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| Damage to equipment, vocal onslaught
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| Two or three microphones testified in the court
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| That I broke ‘em when I choked them and left them in the base
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| Same cases, all the ignorant individuals that I face
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| Over the years with my Black Book, dropping a radical quote
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| Rhymes equivalent to a Tyson punch with brass knuckles to your throat
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| When I state, «God made me great,» I slash and then I wait
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| To crush the type of men I hate, they choke then hyperventilate
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| We playing a game but ain’t no rest from blocking your right using your left
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| By dissing the master you’re choosing your death
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| I’m sort of like this ‘cause I’m losing my breath, what?
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| I get it right back and give a brain scan
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| I’m a planet, you just a piece of a grain of sand
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| Who can compare with me when the overdose is done?
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| I saw one a million years back, but he the closest one
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| No pork, no beef, let me make that clear
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| I don’t smoke the weed or drink the beer
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| I was taught by a genius to the tenth power
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| I devour at ten million miles an hour |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overdose , by - DJ Screw. Song from the album 3 ‘n the Mornin’ 20th Anniversary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп