Post by Big E on Jan 21, 2011 17:49:27 GMT -5
hello, ive returned, but yall knew that
i probably i flew the coop but never flew back
could do a rubix cube in two flat
or at least rob a grocery store in a du rag
slappin out doo waps on a drum drum drum
the illest emcee in the 401
ignored and forsworn, im a phantom you see
vengeance for my body, i said to my seed
shooting the moon, in attempts at the sun
i needed to change, making sense of my funds
jump in the booth like nothin was out of reach
youll never guess where uniforms found the beat
my rhymes are high caliber, outta work, at his worst
add verbs to my verses with a battering ram
when my attitude is actual, attacking classicals
massacre my adderrol, never clap it again
im too focused
choking on smoke rings gags, hocus pocus
09 lotus, don p on the toastses
fiesta, my place, mary j is the hostess
quick girl lets blow a spliff
red noses, snow or sniff?
suppose its cold enough
this rappers frozen spit
feel that climate change?
surreal inside his brain
appeals never show enough
the handles inside the cage
Hook
no one comes before me
i know youre askin me somethin
thats me i show the people
thats me, mr ego
one more time if you please
you haters probably fronting
its E, youve met me though
thats me, mr ego
two arms ticking on the clock, it counts
faster each second that i remain earth bound
competetors outlearned, completely unfurnished
i mean not finished, jurys out if they call it a murther
dear mother of god,
was he stahlin or nero?
deny their reproach, im so jet li hero
appear so, no go, no redos or low blows
flicking fucking beads on an abacus, count
or punching proper keys on a macbook pro
figuring what i need, tyrannus, i shout
or whispering well wishes to an actors ghost
talent with the tongue, if you know what i mean
i promise my arm and hammer spit game clean
generate rhymes faster than i can repeat
mic presence fierce, silence the beat
hook
remember all the things that mr ego said
no roof on the world, thats mr ego's death
doesnt take much to be ego's friend
its twisted wild ride, so here we go again
lowering my rope ladder in a bottomless pit
theres a fucking point to it i gotta defend
i have to go find the friend that i lost
hey man, im just a stand in, god dammit, i get it
got to my head, though i said i wouldnt let it
its on paper now, candy button embedded
never intended, no, i wont make an excuse
no retail therapy, shit wasnt expensive
armani on her body, take shotty my mazeratti
stop it, they all up on, i gotta be kinda cocky
one day; thats how itll be
less the only rapper i kill on instrumentals is me
i probably i flew the coop but never flew back
could do a rubix cube in two flat
or at least rob a grocery store in a du rag
slappin out doo waps on a drum drum drum
the illest emcee in the 401
ignored and forsworn, im a phantom you see
vengeance for my body, i said to my seed
shooting the moon, in attempts at the sun
i needed to change, making sense of my funds
jump in the booth like nothin was out of reach
youll never guess where uniforms found the beat
my rhymes are high caliber, outta work, at his worst
add verbs to my verses with a battering ram
when my attitude is actual, attacking classicals
massacre my adderrol, never clap it again
im too focused
choking on smoke rings gags, hocus pocus
09 lotus, don p on the toastses
fiesta, my place, mary j is the hostess
quick girl lets blow a spliff
red noses, snow or sniff?
suppose its cold enough
this rappers frozen spit
feel that climate change?
surreal inside his brain
appeals never show enough
the handles inside the cage
Hook
no one comes before me
i know youre askin me somethin
thats me i show the people
thats me, mr ego
one more time if you please
you haters probably fronting
its E, youve met me though
thats me, mr ego
two arms ticking on the clock, it counts
faster each second that i remain earth bound
competetors outlearned, completely unfurnished
i mean not finished, jurys out if they call it a murther
dear mother of god,
was he stahlin or nero?
deny their reproach, im so jet li hero
appear so, no go, no redos or low blows
flicking fucking beads on an abacus, count
or punching proper keys on a macbook pro
figuring what i need, tyrannus, i shout
or whispering well wishes to an actors ghost
talent with the tongue, if you know what i mean
i promise my arm and hammer spit game clean
generate rhymes faster than i can repeat
mic presence fierce, silence the beat
hook
remember all the things that mr ego said
no roof on the world, thats mr ego's death
doesnt take much to be ego's friend
its twisted wild ride, so here we go again
lowering my rope ladder in a bottomless pit
theres a fucking point to it i gotta defend
i have to go find the friend that i lost
hey man, im just a stand in, god dammit, i get it
got to my head, though i said i wouldnt let it
its on paper now, candy button embedded
never intended, no, i wont make an excuse
no retail therapy, shit wasnt expensive
armani on her body, take shotty my mazeratti
stop it, they all up on, i gotta be kinda cocky
one day; thats how itll be
less the only rapper i kill on instrumentals is me