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He's got a big ego, he keeps offending people, he scoops the same scoop, and round and round we loop, until the bubble pops and the world sees him flop, reject the rude, deflate your ego, swearing kills the mood, you able? I'm getting too cocky, I could outbox Ali, wrestle with The Rock reach the top and stop and mock, ego full of stock forget the tick tock because I'm 24 7 until I get into heaven, insomnia beckons and amnesia threatens, bend rhymes like Beckham, dunk punks like Jordan, the mental perfection with its rhyme injection, about to live the lesson of the ego outstretchin' the limit it can flex, the crux, the critical, I rhyme the old skool and wear hip hop shoes, I hate the mumble flop with the words unused, it's just ear abuse, on the loose, with no use, it's noise with no excuse. I suspect that this project will impact and inflict, sick tricks, and then retract and evaporate back to the gods intact, before it's redirected to another level head, who wrecks and blows it, crash the car, went too far, you go from feeling cool, to a sample of your stool, that big head now gone and the face left red, baking big mistakes, taking punches from a heavyweight, David doesn't always beat Goliath, cometh the hour, cometh the coffin, you can't stimulate with coffee because the heart stopped beating, the soul is set free and this world you're leaving, beaten down with ease, lying dead and bleeding, how's that big ego? You still offending people? One hand holds but the other can't reach, near rhymes aren't real rhymes and sand doesn't mean a beach, but if you find the flow, find a way to wined the cable, then transmit clear and stable, and accurate like a machete you'll rhyme like a line of spaghetti, but with deadwood on your lead and at ease in your bed head, because it feels so easy with an ego, then know it wont make a good show, so put your feet on the ground be aware of how the words sound, leave behind the prima donna or become another gonna, stop the passive aggression, or accept a massive regression, fill your minds storage with knowledge beyond the college, there's always more to learn and more wood to burn, big heads remove themselves when they burn their own shelves.

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Big Ego

He's got a big ego, he keeps offending people, he scoops the same scoop, and round and round we loop, until the bubble pops and the world sees him flop, reject the rude, deflate your ego, swearing kills the mood, you able? I'm getting too cocky, I could outbox Ali, wrestle with The Rock reach the top and stop and mock, ego full of stock forget the tick tock because I'm 24 7 until I get into heaven, insomnia beckons and amnesia threatens, bend rhymes like Beckham, dunk punks like Jordan, the mental perfection with its rhyme injection, about to live the lesson of the ego outstretchin' the limit it can flex, the crux, the critical, I rhyme the old skool and wear hip hop shoes, I hate the mumble flop with the words unused, it's just ear abuse, on the loose, with no use, it's noise with no excuse. I suspect that this project will impact and inflict, sick tricks, and then retract and evaporate back to the gods intact, before it's redirected to another level head, who wrecks and blows it, crash the car, went too far, you go from feeling cool, to a sample of your stool, that big head now gone and the face left red, baking big mistakes, taking punches from a heavyweight, David doesn't always beat Goliath, cometh the hour, cometh the coffin, you can't stimulate with coffee because the heart stopped beating, the soul is set free and this world you're leaving, beaten down with ease, lying dead and bleeding, how's that big ego? You still offending people? One hand holds but the other can't reach, near rhymes aren't real rhymes and sand doesn't mean a beach, but if you find the flow, find a way to wined the cable, then transmit clear and stable, and accurate like a machete you'll rhyme like a line of spaghetti, but with deadwood on your lead and at ease in your bed head, because it feels so easy with an ego, then know it wont make a good show, so put your feet on the ground be aware of how the words sound, leave behind the prima donna or become another gonna, stop the passive aggression, or accept a massive regression, fill your minds storage with knowledge beyond the college, there's always more to learn and more wood to burn, big heads remove themselves when they burn their own shelves.