Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bruised Ego , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imor
Song language: English
Bruised Ego |
| Let’s go |
| Yeah |
| Illa |
| Yeah |
| Brooklyn |
| Ugh |
| The president of shooting at the president |
| I’m all about the presidents that represent me |
| Even though nothing represented me like an automatic weapon |
| I automatically spit a new breed of injections |
| An old new nigga, I bruise the human soul |
| I stay losing control while I turn green and grow |
| The trees that I blow are super megaphone loud |
| I’m so ill, I could talk on a cell phone in trial |
| I’m an atheist, accused of a body like a patriot |
| Landed from a spaceship, rapper lyrical rapist |
| Believe me I’m earning bars mixed with Clyde Davis |
| I’ll stab you in the mind in nine stages |
| Your name is weightless |
| My father is a twelve gauge, I live with twelve gauges |
| I finger-fuck nuns and rap flow is contagious |
| Every rhyme heinous, spitting mean defense papa Illa |
| I fight five gorillas with Jew stars |
| Please, we would deep freeze you geezers |
| Illa Ghee got the crown with the leaves of Caesar |
| Handin' out he strokes them demons |
| Jesus, they bow to they knees to please us |
| Still surrounded by the thieves and heathens |
| Haunted by all our dirty deeds and demons |
| I’m disgusted just to see you breathing |
| Illa Ghee, put them somewhere where the weeds will eat them |
| I am made in the ways of an MVP |
| I am grenades in the waves of an MP3 |
| Pressure all-star |
| Illa spit that crash-your-car bars |
| Crash a party with a bad broad smoking cigars |
| Get awards when I vocally spar, with killer lines |
| Kill your vibe like I’m Kendrick Lamar |
| I steal your grind and combine my passion |
| Will drag you on the concrete, assassin |
| I’m what you call a drug transaction |
| Thugged in the sense that my lyrics will shoot your mother |
| I’m every projects in the summer |
| I crap thunder, bruise egos |
| Starving but I’m dreaming that I’m eating like Bruce Bruce |
| I shoot through the peepholes, deuces |
| Executioner, couple notches higher ruthless |
| Major league shopping sprees with a bunch of boosters |
| Break them with you, August street the bitch neutral |
| Flow crucial, I’m gang star and a guru |
| Please, we would deep freeze you geezers |
| Illa Ghee got the crown with the leaves of Caesar |
| Handin' out he strokes them demons |
| Jesus, they bow to they knees to please us |
| Still surrounded by the thieves and heathens |
| Haunted by all our dirty deeds and demons |
| I’m disgusted just to see you breathing |
| Illa Ghee, put them somewhere where the weeds will eat them |