Artist:  Joe Budden ft. Heartbreak
Album:   Halfway House
Song:    Overkill
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[Verse 1: Heartbreak]

Be advised, this kid is on his grind
If greatness is what you seek, I'm the nigga that you will find
Lyrically inclined, rap's like tackling fish
With no hook's you can't get 'em on the line
Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail
The written's I'm spittin sounds like I'm fishing for a whale
Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter
I'm forcing niggas to get a bigger scale
I gotta excel, so I sell ex
Ya like nextel, who you gon tell next?
Can't grind off packs cuz y'all watching 'em
I ain't see a dime off rap cuz y'all dropping him
I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it
And as far as rap, I hope the fucks plummet
I like to mix karate with gun play
So all you thump thumps get numchucked and gun butted
The opposite of what y'all embrace
The game wants lames, better march in place
One of the last from the Garden State
That spits like he in the jungle, goin hard with apes

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Coming up, used to grab the pound for a dollar
Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar
Fucking with that water you get drowned something proper
He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar
Poppin out, chain dangling, 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 turn this bitch into Cloverfield
I understand why niggas ain't trying to bond with me
Fresh as a fuck, every day's like the prom for me
Rappers ain't fond of me, "fuck them" my mantra be
The game's fixed anyways, ask Tim Donaghy
I'm on some all kind of weed, sleep where the Parana's be
And honestly, I'm everything dude's is trying to be
I get money and haul off,
While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off
I'm on spartan, avoid the four sparking
Cuz everything funny til a nigga George Carlin
Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune
If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em?
I ain't heard of that, and these haters killin me softly
But I don't mind taking on Roberta's Flack
I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks
Go and tell whoever wanna know, the king of Jerz is back!