Overdose

[K-Rino] Argh, duck from the swing of the knife Where the righteous mind state elevates to eternal life Message to the black man, Federal Express Plus I’m Bruce Lee, thoughts to the chest, may he rest In a box made of pine ‘cause he ate the swine Time to design a new rhyme, count the massacres in every line Damage to equipment, vocal onslaught Two or three microphones testified in the court That I broke ‘em when I choked them and left them in the base Same cases, all the ignorant individuals that I face Over the years with my Black Book, dropping a radical quote Rhymes equivalent to a Tyson punch with brass knuckles to your throat When I state, “God made me great”, I slash and then I wait To crush the type of men I hate, they choke then hyperventilate We playing a game but ain’t no rest from blocking your right using your left By dissing the master you’re choosing your death I’m sort of like this ‘cause I’m losing my breath, what? I dated right back and give a brain scan I’m a planet, you just a piece of a grain of sand Who can compare with me when the overdose is done? I saw one a million years back, but he’s the closest one No pork, no beef, let me make that clear I don’t smoke the weed or drink the beer I was taught by a genius to the tenth power I devour at ten million miles an hour