OVERHEADS
He's the dopest and hottest of artists and if the most conscious
Of heads could vote with their wallets we'd be more openly regarded
As such and hopefully rewarded as much as those star kids
If only my body was buff as his thoughts is i'd model it off this torso
And probably score a buck off the mob quick
They gave him forty rands and said don't spend it all at once
Is it all love or hallmarketing like fourteenth of the month
Hip-hop becomes ugly watching the funds and judging by numbers
Hundreds of fronters and some are amongst us
My favourite emcee displaces them with ease
Dissociates the cheese to release the d-cup feedstock
And drop bombs that linger a lot longer than enoch sontonga's epoch
Not for your average radio station the flow presentation
F*ck powerpoint and switch light to heavy rotation
So you still think this is a party as in a celebration
More like politics opposition gets levelled like allegations
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
So broke the poor bloke's pockets whistle when he walks
But so dope when he spoke to quote prophets listen when he talks
Hip-hop done ripped him off a filthy cloth something proper
He saw no profits once he started stripping out the costs
Digging these trenches for centuries emcees can never match his purpose
Sentries of centipedes couldn't even scratch the surface
His story's redundant repeats itself it's the weed
My favourite emcee's a daily deliverer of seed
While you're pissing with a condom on he spits the spirit of molotov
Problem only invoice he's got is his inner monologue
Drop shit and take number two like the john nash secret
Ironic considering KONFAB's gob's gag reflex
Got the logic locked to open up your thoughts with keywords
In some circles it's regarded as an important form of research
But the cash doesn't amass alas whatever the reason may be
My favourite emcee's a pirated mp3
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
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OVERHEADS
He's the dopest and hottest of artists and if the most conscious
Of heads could vote with their wallets we'd be more openly regarded
As such and hopefully rewarded as much as those star kids
If only my body was buff as his thoughts is i'd model it off this torso
And probably score a buck off the mob quick
They gave him forty rands and said don't spend it all at once
Is it all love or hallmarketing like fourteenth of the month
Hip-hop becomes ugly watching the funds and judging by numbers
Hundreds of fronters and some are amongst us
My favourite emcee displaces them with ease
Dissociates the cheese to release the d-cup feedstock
And drop bombs that linger a lot longer than enoch sontonga's epoch
Not for your average radio station the flow presentation
F*ck powerpoint and switch light to heavy rotation
So you still think this is a party as in a celebration
More like politics opposition gets levelled like allegations
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
So broke the poor bloke's pockets whistle when he walks
But so dope when he spoke to quote prophets listen when he talks
Hip-hop done ripped him off a filthy cloth something proper
He saw no profits once he started stripping out the costs
Digging these trenches for centuries emcees can never match his purpose
Sentries of centipedes couldn't even scratch the surface
His story's redundant repeats itself it's the weed
My favourite emcee's a daily deliverer of seed
While you're pissing with a condom on he spits the spirit of molotov
Problem only invoice he's got is his inner monologue
Drop shit and take number two like the john nash secret
Ironic considering KONFAB's gob's gag reflex
Got the logic locked to open up your thoughts with keywords
In some circles it's regarded as an important form of research
But the cash doesn't amass alas whatever the reason may be
My favourite emcee's a pirated mp3
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
He's the dopest and hottest of artists and if the most conscious
Of heads could vote with their wallets we'd be more openly regarded
As such and hopefully rewarded as much as those star kids
If only my body was buff as his thoughts is i'd model it off this torso
And probably score a buck off the mob quick
They gave him forty rands and said don't spend it all at once
Is it all love or hallmarketing like fourteenth of the month
Hip-hop becomes ugly watching the funds and judging by numbers
Hundreds of fronters and some are amongst us
My favourite emcee displaces them with ease
Dissociates the cheese to release the d-cup feedstock
And drop bombs that linger a lot longer than enoch sontonga's epoch
Not for your average radio station the flow presentation
F*ck powerpoint and switch light to heavy rotation
So you still think this is a party as in a celebration
More like politics opposition gets levelled like allegations
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
So broke the poor bloke's pockets whistle when he walks
But so dope when he spoke to quote prophets listen when he talks
Hip-hop done ripped him off a filthy cloth something proper
He saw no profits once he started stripping out the costs
Digging these trenches for centuries emcees can never match his purpose
Sentries of centipedes couldn't even scratch the surface
His story's redundant repeats itself it's the weed
My favourite emcee's a daily deliverer of seed
While you're pissing with a condom on he spits the spirit of molotov
Problem only invoice he's got is his inner monologue
Drop shit and take number two like the john nash secret
Ironic considering KONFAB's gob's gag reflex
Got the logic locked to open up your thoughts with keywords
In some circles it's regarded as an important form of research
But the cash doesn't amass alas whatever the reason may be
My favourite emcee's a pirated mp3
Plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
Empty clench fist knead the doe or die for loaf of bread
Murders performance sets kills it live or he's dead
But he never turns a profit cos his rhymes are overheads
Writer: Hopolang NTOI
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Copyright: Lyrics © JARRING EFFECTS LABEL