Ego Trippin - Lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Verse 1: x2] Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into this With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip Betta be some that when I hinder the sinister nemesis Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get Intricate I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner sh*t This shall replenish this menace in glimpsed up minutes set on my syndicate This genesis will spit and diminish shiiiiit (Chorus) I then took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more When we bust they clap their hands *Blast, Blast* Clap clap till their hands are sore And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me) Be careful who you're fuxkin' 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 dropped by When I rock a spot my plot's to be shot high In a dark sky in hops I... will not die They really are scared of me they said the T would not fly And credit was deaded but he kinectly stood up and guap rised Off the top I will not lie Bread is my fetish and I rarely 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 *** hot fry Ya mami witta soft sigh lost why? Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie And now I keep b*tches that'll make Dennis Hof buy *** I be so paper that it make the cops spy and now the haters tryin' to mock my walk to the top dy-namic and they not, I boss N9NE!!! (Chorus) I then took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more When we bust they clap their hands Clap clap till their hands are sore And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me) Be careful who you're fuxkin' with, boy don't let your ego trip