Tech N9ne - Ego Trippin

Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Ay, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
But there be some that wanna hinder the sinister nemesis
'cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I finish it with a diss but I get no benefit
I am not a demon 'cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner shit
It shall replenish this menacing glitch that men have set
On my syndicate my genesis will spit and diminish it

Hook: Krizz KalikoI done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands, clap clap til their hands are sore
And possibly
Could you be afraid of me? (afraid of me)
Be careful who you fuckin' wit'
Boy don't let your ego trip

Verse 2: TechI can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and now the industry drop by
When I rock the spot my
Plot's to be shot high
In a dark sky
In hopes I will not die
They really are scared of me, they said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded but he kinetically stood up and guap rised
I will not lie, bread is my fetish
And I really get it
That's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy
So stop try, do not pry
And me won't have to bring the Glock by, nigga hot fries
Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh, lost why
Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll make Dennis Hoff buy
Twat, I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters try to mock my
Walk to the top dy-
Namic and they not I
Boss Niiiiine

Hook
Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Ay, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
But there be some that wanna hinder the sinister nemesis
'cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I finish it with a diss but I get no benefit
I am not a demon 'cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner shit
It shall replenish this menacing glitch that men have set
On my syndicate my genesis will spit and diminish it

Hook: Krizz KalikoI done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands, clap clap til their hands are sore
And possibly
Could you be afraid of me? (afraid of me)
Be careful who you fuckin' wit'
Boy don't let your ego trip

Verse 2: TechI can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and now the industry drop by
When I rock the spot my
Plot's to be shot high
In a dark sky
In hopes I will not die
They really are scared of me, they said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded but he kinetically stood up and guap rised
I will not lie, bread is my fetish
And I really get it
That's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy
So stop try, do not pry
And me won't have to bring the Glock by, nigga hot fries
Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh, lost why
Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll make Dennis Hoff buy
Twat, I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters try to mock my
Walk to the top dy-
Namic and they not I
Boss Niiiiine

Hook

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