Lyrics Overkillin' - Remix - Jesse Jagz , Djinee , Ice Prince , M.I. Abaga

(Djinee):
This is good I′m overkilling this.
Put up your fist if you're feeling this.
Make me chop knuckle if you′re feeling me.
Kai, I can get very mad.
I dey calm down oh.
I dey calm down oh.
No think sey dis man be mumu oh.
I dey calm down oh.
Rap 1(ice prince):
I got a couple issues now n I wanna address.
The swagga is not complete if you're not spitting correct.
I'm really upset.
It′s killing my soul, opening my chest.
Cos all I hear is swagga now when I put on the deck.
Dem boys are loose me minds, music is getting empty.
They all mean nothing, a villi they talking plenty.
Quickly they talking badly n really killing mentally.
These stupid meany vanillas are silly they shouldn′t tempt me.
Tempt me.
Cos I dey vex.
I dey vex.
I dey chill anytime.
Even my mumsy dey flex.
I hustle, bustle, connect.
N I double, couple, attest.
We teaching these skirts game.
I swear I dey compare.
I swear.
Eh, this feels good- we're overkilling you.
You are so empty it′s why they're barely feeling you.
N when the cup is full, the same people′ll be killing you.
Now you are the shit so they take the record dealing you...
Rap2(jesse jags):
It's a pity if you′re not rolling with this community.
If you're not P-side or J-city.
Jinee be my senior bro.
Why I got a senior flow.
He like jesse ja bcos B-side aint never seen you flow.
Brothers from different mothers united
By a stuggle, united by blood and muscle.
We surviving through the hustle.
So when we drop the single.
See dem shordies overfeeling it.
We killed it over and over n so we overkilling it.
K-k-k-k-killing it.
So when we charge a million,
We show for mothers and after say that we overbilling.
So baby if you're willing,
You can come in short knocker and if I
Like what I′m seeing, I shove my bell backer.
Now baby you know who I be.
It′s the f-ing J n G.
Type of the flow so cra-azy, amazingly, flavoury.
Even my flow is amazing me and dazing me with check.
Now everything I put my name on becomes a hit...
Rap3(M.
I):
They call me hotty.
He make n break it, take it up to the pinnacle.
It's a miracle, hysterical, critical.
Stop me beautiful.
I′m a beast.
I'm a monster .
A legend, I′m a rockster.
Ma feel oh so flow, so loco, so call me your master.
Really killing it freaking drilling in all you rigging me.
Rap from la studi down to abu the green vicinity.
In here bugging it dead or flogging internet-blogging it,
Rocking it, hawking it, talking it till there's no alternate.
I′m so hot.
I'm a thousand degrees celsius.
Everybody else is singing the blues like chelsea .
I move slow and you're still staying
Like there is sauces down your esophagus.
Nobody can fk with us.
Now I′m living lucrative.
This is what my secret is: young rappers,
Who save this itch, just listen close n keep this itch.
It′s funny how everybody's talking money.
′Body's focused on Cheddah and I was getting better.
Djinee: leave all this talk about empty swagga.
Come here, grab a seat.
Oya pass me the larger.
You bet I′m not gonna mise my words.
I'm going ahead to spit it.
I fear no death.
My eye dey red.
I′m going ahead to kill it.
I can walk free now.
No more watching my back.
No more bullets flying past.
Bodies droping by my side.
I am free now.
I am free now.
Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh...

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