M.C. OVERDOSE Lyrics

Quality and quantity of sick rhymes and bomb beats

What more could you want from me

MC overdose inevitable obviously

Six three one goats

Six three one goats

Six three one goats

Aye, check it out

This MC overdose give you a serotonin overload

Your brain implodes as your sound bar explodes

The Neighborhood simply too ill I suppose

KMC son I get you mighty stoned

My rhymes are like potent opiates

I get you high yo cause fuck a low

Feelin down? Let's roll some dro

Bitch I am the drug you know

This an MC overdose so take notes

Don't need no maps we know where this goes

Motherfucker where we're going

We don't need no roads

Neighborhood's Finest making you all ghosts

I'm Bryant in his prime

Micken shack always giving me time

To spazz on the court or to score for the rhyme

Neighborhood ready for our spot in the Lyme

This is our time

Kush Master Conquerer I'm one of a kind

The mastermind gonna take what's mine

Cause no mind can shine as bright as mine

I thank the marijuana mixed with

Six three one sunshine

So when you've had a long day

Dawg and gotta unwind

The Neighborhood dealers got ya hooked on

This syllable syringe filled with magnolia brethren

Just need one hit and there on

Put us in your ears one listen send ya to heaven

MC Overdose

This a MC overdose

Like heron

Give you all your cravings

Lust the neighborhood like angel dust

Steady getting slept on

Tweaking you peeping the genius

That creep in when we start speaking

Breathe and that's a classic

Prescriptions Michael Jackson

You need it? I'm your doctor

One, two, clear beats and words that shock ya

No one could fuckin knock us

Take this puff of excellence

Your fuckin with the best

Cocaine conqueror, Tony Montana

Is us slinging dope

For ear drums, you hear us

You feel us, now fear us

Like you downed the bottle

Everclear rush through blood streams

Not cut we come clean

Create fiends making all these classics

No platinum status but well it back

With theatrics tenfold

Kings on a throne

Soon to be internationally known yo

I mastered flavors

With a pad and a paper

Couple beats to rock with

You're waking the neighbors

Mister fingers is not a myth

He's an ill rhyme sayer

On the mic I must always win

Swear the shits in my nature

Fuck a major this is all I wanna be

Kid chilling making beats

When I'm bored I write some schemes

Hear the crowd scream

When they chant about me

This is all I wanna see

This the man I wanna be

Fuckers can't fade me

They can only hate me

I just sit and enact

A blueprint like Jay-Z

While you shit and react

To the rhymes that I kick back

Bout a million times l lay tracks

I take my grind to the full max

This is all facts