Joe Budden, Heartbreak - Overkill lyrics
[Joe Budden, Heartbreak - Overkill lyrics]
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 mantra 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 Jerz' is back!
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 mantra 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 Jerz' is back!