Текст песни Death of the Ego - N.O.K.

He Liam Neeson on the phone
Saying ima see ya
Yeah he been slaying but he craving something sweeter
Instead of slaving for the meager
He hit the pavement
Wit a different flava
Get the paper on the re up

Ya girl is heinous and she favoring Madea
Ya man got famous and got you paying for a feature
Shit be wild right
Wild life
Silver back gorilla
He sound tight
He child like
Sip my saspirilla
In the Mirror my reflection
Couldn't keep it realer
On my wu like you god
And a master killa
Soul get get snatch quick
Before them maggots fill ya
Had it sewn and mastered
Before he had a pubic
Hair on my square
Don't compare the rare
Let's clear the air who dare to tussle wit a bear
And we ain't talking smokey
Process it slowly
Don't feel a nigga, I don't give a fuck and you quote me
Let's really talk about it how the offer sounded
Tried to get a man to sell his soul
Had to walk around it
He hard-core but his heart pure
Was a odd boy as a youngsta
In a fitted was a munstuh
Move to much to fit in he was different wit his vision,
Was just positioning for winning fuck a image
The asiatic wreaking havoc he a S*@!&^
Crime scene just unfolded
Don't make me re-enact it
Trick is to let em see it happen
And if the product really flame
They'll come back to see it after
Real game from the struggle
Lifestyle of the trippy strange and the subtle
Ya man is trouble
Got em crazed and unshaved I think i see the stubble
So much pain it's mundane too much of it I'll numb you
God willing
He strive and find millions
Fire so deep
It's seen in the eyes of my children
Rhymes wise rewind that line killed em
Son fly high his shines a fine feeling
Like drive by wit guns
The ties squealing
You ain't get nine lives so run
Time flies for some
Result like mixing cyanide and rum
I don't play the field wide
I itemize the dumb
Caught between the grind
And a guy that rhymes for fun
Caught between his prime
And the time his rise begun