This is actually the first track written for Overkill. Well, the first verse however. The second verse was written a little later into the project. This track wasn’t even intended to have 2 verses, but CiNo felt he could have lyrically done better and wrote a second verse.
[Verse 1]
Yall some bitch ass fuck niggas
I'll fuck you up and I don't even bust triggers
But I'm illustrious, yeah I love sneakers
But I'd much rather just crush speakers
Everybody knows I be killing this shit
And I ain't even gotta say I'm selling that Krypt
They surprised cuz I'm iller than Tip
It all started with my friends, we spit a little bit
But now I'm up, in the top of the line
Top notch while I'm rockin that mic
Lock down the site cuz I mosh for my life
Then the officer arrives stopping the fight
Higher than a kite, fly to the light
Yall wanna join, but I'm off to my flight
Everybody knows that my pockets are ripe
I spit fire and shine- I'm hot and I'm bright
I'm tired of all these motherfuckers
Claiming they gangster wearing nut-huggers
When I walk in the club yall smell trouble
Bats, crowbars, belt-buckles
Broken beer bottles and brass knuckles
Step to me and get your ass tumbled
Your mom get mad when she heard me cussing
I keep it tight like celibate virgin pussy
Rookie
[Bridge]
Oh let's do it, oh let's do it
Oh this is stupid
But I'm not even trying so go 'head
Diss me, but I don't even care I'll bust up yo head
Yeah, oh let's do it!
Oh let's do it!
I said DO IT when I say it!
(Gunshots & DJ scratch)
[Verse 2]
CiNo in this bitch, you motherfuckers better get used to it
Naming my Top 5, I got some big shoes to fit
Who's a kid? Nigga you's a bitch
Yall on stupid loser shit
I bet I'll out rap you and your whole crew with this!
I'll grab the speakers and tape it around your head
'Till blood leaks through your ears, Seepage!
Your girl doing to me what you're doing with your music, sucking
Fucking leeches and vacuums...
I don't need this, I am the shit
You won't find me in public bathrooms
But you better wash your hands dude
If you think you can touch me, you must be
On some hard drugs, be
Way more than just weed or ecstacy
Your arms got lil pricks in 'em, your nose is still dusty
Just like your microphone
You still think you above me?