Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overkill, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Halfway House, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Overkill |
| Be advised, this kid is on his grind |
| If greatness is what you seek I’m the nigga you will find (me!) |
| I’m lyrically inclined — rap’s like tacklin fish |
| with no hook, you can’t get 'em on the line |
| Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail |
| The writtens I’m spittin sound like I’m fishin for a whale (uh-huh) |
| Of course I’m sicker, my flow off the Richter |
| I’m forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale |
| I gotta excel, so I sell X You’re like Nextel, who you gon’tell next? |
| (who?) |
| Can’t grind off packs cause y’all watchin 'em |
| I ain’t see a dime off rap cause y’all droppin 'em |
| I go hard on tracks, ain’t get a buck from it And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall) |
| I like to mix karate with gunplay |
| So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted |
| The opposite of what y’all embrace |
| The game wants lames that’ll march in place |
| Uh, one of the last from the Garden State |
| that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) |
| L-look, look |
| Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar |
| Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar |
| Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper |
| He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar |
| I mean — hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill |
| Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills |
| Show the steel, all of it 'til it’s overkill |
| For Oprah bills I’ll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! |
| (nigga) |
| I understand why niggaz ain’t tryin to bond with me (why?) |
| Fresh as a fuck, e’ry day is like the prom for me Rappers ain’t fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be The game’s fixed anyway — and you could ask Tim Donaghy |
| I’m on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be And honestly (f'real) I’m e’rything dudes be tryin to be |
| I get money and haul off (now) |
| While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can’t even fall off (Joey!) |
| I’m all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin |
| Cause e’rything is funny 'til a nigga’s George Carlin |
| Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune |
| If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em? |
| Look, I ain’t heard of that (nah) |
| And these haters (Killin'Me Softly) |
| but I don’t mind takin on Roberta’s Flack |
| I’m known to 1−8-7, murder tracks |
| Go and tell whoever wan’know the king of Jers’is back! |