Lyrics Ego Trippin - Krizz Kaliko , Tech N9ne
                                                Ay, 
                                                by 
                                                now 
                                                everybody 
                                                breathing 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                into 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                us, 
                                                even 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                membership, 
                                                loving 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                begin 
                                                to 
                                                rip
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                some 
                                                that 
                                                wanna 
                                                hinder 
                                                the 
                                                sinister 
                                                nemesis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                I′m 
                                                grim 
                                                    a 
                                                bit, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                what 
                                                I'm 
                                                finna 
                                                get
 
                                    
                                
                                                Intricate, 
                                                    I 
                                                finish 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                diss 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                hiss, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                no 
                                                benefit
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                demon 
                                                cause 
                                                I′m 
                                                always 
                                                beamin' 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                some 
                                                sinner 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                shall 
                                                replenish 
                                                this 
                                                menacing 
                                                glitch 
                                                that 
                                                men 
                                                have 
                                                set
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                my 
                                                syndicate, 
                                                this 
                                                genesis 
                                                will 
                                                spit 
                                                and 
                                                diminish 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                done 
                                                took 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                stands, 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                stands 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                bust 
                                                they 
                                                clap 
                                                their 
                                                hands, 
                                                clap, 
                                                clap, 
                                                ′till 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                are 
                                                sore
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                possibly, 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                be 
                                                afraid 
                                                of 
                                                me? 
                                                (Afraid 
                                                of 
                                                me?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                careful 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                fuckin′ 
                                                with
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boy, 
                                                don't 
                                                let 
                                                your 
                                                ego 
                                                trip
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                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 
                                                sped 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                guap 
                                                rised
 
                                    
                                
                                                Off 
                                                the 
                                                top 
                                                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 
                                                fry
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dynamic 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                not 
                                                I, 
                                                Boss 
                                                Nine!
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                done 
                                                took 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                stands, 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                stands 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                bust 
                                                they 
                                                clap 
                                                their 
                                                hands, 
                                                clap, 
                                                clap, 
                                                ′till 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                are 
                                                sore
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                possibly, 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                be 
                                                afraid 
                                                of 
                                                me? 
                                                (Afraid 
                                                of 
                                                me?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                careful 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                fuckin′ 
                                                with
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boy, 
                                                don't 
                                                let 
                                                your 
                                                ego 
                                                trip
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Bad Season (Skit)
2 Table And Chest Press
3 Sex To The Beat
4 No More Music By The Suckas
5 Bad Season
6 Somethin To See
7 Somethin To See
8 Ego Trippin
9 All Day All Night
10 Livin Like I'm Dyin
11 Livin Like I'm Dyin
12 Down For The Block
13 Lick Your Teeth
14 Losin My Mind
15 Curious (What Up Wit Ya Girl)
16 Speed Of Sound (Acapella)
17 Blammers And Burners (Acapella)
18 Move (Acapella Remix)
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