Overreactive
[verse 1]
One day a rich kid decides to join the hood
Decides to join the crooks, this silly boy ain't good
This silly boy's up to trouble all the time
Killin' people, he's livin' evil and now he wants to drop a rhyme
Yo, listen up I keep goin' loadin' ammo
I cuss and insult like shootin' yall with a bow n' arrow
My fire's dope y'all venemous but I got the antidote
I use your disses like medicine, got yall in panic mode
I create this dope shit usin' my intellect and imagination
The only time you used that shit was when you started masturbatin'
The beat pulses in my head when I spit these dope lyrics
Do you need an explanation for how I've been prolific
Yall better agree to declare me the king
My visions are so dark there ain't a scarier thing
I'ma beat you so hard i could break ya collarbone
I'm flyin' with colours yall just in boring monochrome
[hook]X2
Yo look who's overreactive
Overreactive
Fuckin' overreactive
[verse 2]
I'ma a better predator than what these rapper's are
Yall hide away so much it's like yall wearin camouflage
Yall fire shots but I got a  bullet proof vest
Yall want roulette? Fuck that yall want justice through death?
Ha, bitches, I'ma blast a hole in ya head
Land of the livin'? ya fast approachin' the dead
Look at me, guess I'm the new kid on the block
But that don't matter bitches say this kinda music gotta stop
What the fuck do you want from me, to do philosophy with socrates?
Don't you dare tell me that this shit's not for me
Don't try to cross me cause I'm a livin' legend
Otherwise I'ma hit you with my smith n' wesson, cause
[hook]X2
[bridge]
Look who wants to drop a rhyme, livin' with the narcotics
Nothin' gonna stop the crime, not even the harmonics
Rich kid, you can't rap about riotin'
Oppression, racism go back to your violin
Nothing has changed you massively
Do you see police brutality, are you one of the new pharisees
Go back to your mansion and spend the cash, that we'll never have
The one thing in the world that would make us forget the past
Silly boy, why are you dealing with the criminals
Fool, why'd the doctors cut you from the umbilical
Go do something actually worthwhile
Like not goin' around rappin' as verseatile
Don't you want to live the life we dream of livin'
Cash flowin' in fountains, haven't you seen the vision
Sorry guys, I wanna go the way of hip hop
Don't try to stop me it'll be costly, I'm dodgin' missed shots
Rap's my passion, I don't know what it's like bein' you
But can't you acknowlege I wanna express my feelins too
Don't look at class, just realise ma inner skill
Else I guess it's the bathroom and I'll have to swallow the bitter pill
[hook] X4