Overdose Lyrics - Tronic - Black Milk

(Verse 1) 

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' 

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(Chorus) 

Yeah, from the bottom of the totem pole, 

To the top like an overflow, 

I give ya'll the overdose, overdose 

Photos 

(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)