Tech N9ne Feat. Krizz Kaliko Ego Trippin' lyrics

Ey, by now everybody breathe the shit, be end of this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin
To rippin' to besome up when I hindet sinista nemesis
'Cause I'm dreamin' big I am at the end of what I'm fenna get

Intrecet finish it with death for the hizz but I get no benefit
I am not a demon 'cause I'm always beemin' on some sinista shit
This how we replenish this menace and glits took manevs shit
On my syndicate this genesis was spittin' diminish it

Ey, by now everybody breathe the shit, be end of this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin
To rippin' to besome up when I hindet sinista nemesis
'Cause I'm dreamin' big I am at the end of what I'm fenna get

Intrecet finish it with death for the hizz but I get no benefit
I am not a demon 'cause I'm always beemin' on some sinista shit
This how we replenish this menace and glits took manevs shit
On my syndicate this genesis was spittin' diminish it

I've took all I can stands and I can't stands no more
Who we bust they clap their hands
(Gun blast, gun blast)
Clap, clap till their hands is sore
And possibly could you be afraid of me
Be careful who you fuckin' with, boy, don't let your ego trip


I can't stand no more like I was Popeye then I got my spinach
And now the industry drop by when I rock the spot my pocks to
Be shot high in a dark sky in hops eye, will not die they really
Unscarred of me, they said that T will not fly and Craided was dead

But he couldn't netcle spit up grock rise, dofta top eye 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 prior me and we won't have to bring the glock
By nigga hot fry
Get ma me with a soft side lost wife because the jammy did
A manlike standin' on pot pie

And now I keep bitches that'll make this hobby twat
I be so paper that'll make the cops spy
And now the haters tryin' to mock my walk to the top
Die memakin, they not I boss nine

I've took all I can stands and I can't stands no more
Who we bust they clap their hands, clap, clap till their hands is sore
And possibly could you be afraid of me
Be careful who you fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip