Overdosed on Everything

And here are some men who have problems with
Alcohol, alcohol
Popping a pill, you don't know half
The time what the hell's going in it
And you're not allowed to test it

I mean, how the hell can the government pretend to care
When it lets half a million kids every weekend
Takes things and not allow them to test them?

Where the fuck are they at?
Overdose
Overdose
Overdose
Overdose

Now the FBI monitors with no feedback
Saw me on the street, asked me where the weed at
Never cook that old steady, yo, I don't believe that
Set me up, I'm running, breathing like a sleep stat
Ran into a car, almost blew my knee back
Spent it in a cell where my lawyer's fees at
Looking to a lawyer, don't they ask what you do?

Wearing FUBU with my little doo-doo
The black toko dude, I said, "Mercy beaucoup"
Whistled as I run and tell him, "That's as I flew"

Made it to my block, nice to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, terrorizing bullshit
Busting young beaten mamas while they making cool whip
Face down, getting dirt on my back is cool with
Neighbor next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you gon' see the fuse flick
If you got weed up the ass, that's beneath the shoe fit

You ain't wanna see us pushing up two lips
This my last and last shit, I think I'm still there
But up with the devil on my apparel

Now who gets paper and who gets burned?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
See, this type of shit get on my last nerve
Think about it in the court and I start to swerve
Now who gets paper and who gets burned?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
This type of shit get on my last nerve
Think about it in the court and I start to swerve

Got a commoner plot to get the federales hot
Need cops to run the block and swing away too hot
Got a fifty-two lot, sent you to the shoot box
I was buzzing after two knots, no defenses in the sack
This is the light intake, keep it caliente
The Senate Presidente on the woman took the cops to parliamenté

Not a teacher but a sensei
These lessons are for addicts, plus you gotta get your rent paid
I bust a don up in federal riches

When we say the visuals, yes, they turn up intellectuals

It's a cinch, our craft is intentional
Coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils

Real badass, we got beaten walls with loaded textiles
That type of living on the page of my pencil
It ain't mental, it's material
Police on a festival
The imperial, I'm speeding through your stereo
ABC serial, folks need currency
My job got a cow with a duplication firmly
Some'll get accepted, some won't and get rejected
Then they gon' hustle 'til a new prison get erected
And that'll start their unemployment streak

They'll be making microchips for two dollars a week
That's why they packing us in there in drones and fleets
And Channel 2 gon' call it "cleaning up the streets"

Now who gets paper and who gets burned?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
See, this type of shit get on my last nerve
Think about it in the court and I start to swerve
Now who gets paper and who gets burned?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
This type of shit get on my last nerve
Think about it in the court and I start to swerve

I just want to get across to people that everybody, people like
That, you know, like me and you, and they've just never done
Anything wrong, but they are part of a criminal class. They're
Criminals. And you can look at them and they're doctors and
Lawyers and, you know, and quantity surveyors and stuff. But
At the end of the day, they're criminals. We're not criminals