Chef Mal - My Ego Lyrics

I'm haunted by my last dream
I woke up from my night mare
Im pushin pounds of kush
Man I'm high feelin good

Call me the great white, swimming in the ocean
I'm coming for the blood, an I'm slick like lotion
Yah sweatin so much, Put cha ass on a coaster
My ego so big they call me thee boaster
Head so big they can't fit it on a poster
If yah not feeling me, then come a lil closer
You going for the bread an I'm coming with a toaster
If you wanna throw rocks, I'm coming with a boulder

Teams on my back, yo put em on my shoulders
I'm stackin up raps an I'm reving my motor
I'm stinking up tracks, yo smell on my odor
I am the cap your number one soldier

Put me on the front line, an see me not flee
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I flicked off Smoky, an burned down a tree
If I'm down by two, I'm going for the three

Im gonna pick tricks, don't f*ck with the treats
Listen to my shit, yah don't f*ck with it, leave
You call me a pussy, I am what I eat
Keep spendin that energy hating on me

Gimme a minute, I just gotta breathe
While digging yah a grave to six feet deep
I'm cooking up cowards, to beefsteak
I'm tripping off powers, oh behave

I mumble with a lil bit, a lil bit of rap
But at least my mumble don't sound like crap
I'm holding on a knife, I pulled out my back
Yo f*ck this rap as I'm grabbing on my sack

Jump on my ship cause I am the captain
Just follow my lead cause I am line leader
Too many rappers come with weak shit
I'm feeling real eager, to lead us the meters
Take the whole tab then we burn down the cedar
Yo we are the feeders, and you are the eaters
You are the students, an we are the teachers
We are the gospel, as you are the preachers

Im picking you off cause you sucking like leeches
You bitches need god, and I am no Jesus
You crumbled my heart an it fell into pieces
They blew in the wind an went in the deep end

I'm putting in, an done with this weak shit
I'm licking on my lips as drooling my spit
I wanna be famous, but I've got to admit
I'm in it for the long run, Chef won't quit

I'm pumping my fist as I'm riding a comet
I'm writing this rap without any commas
Am I going to fast, have you sweat in a sonna
You getting real sick it's okay you can vomit

I swing my katana right through all the drama
I'm beating this up so I checked into trauma
I'm doing my own shit, I'll hit cha mañana
I'm cutting the grass all the way to Nirvana

Practice makes perfect it simple as that
Have you listen to me like addicted to crack
I'll be hanging you up like a coat on a rack
I'm shooting for stars an I'll never come back

I'm f*ckin fatigued, from giving these speeches
Get me some fruit, please cut me some peaches
Put me on a song, in which I can feature
I'll hit every note, and I'll fill up the bleachers

I hustle real hard plus I cook in a kitchen
I'm stacking up cheese, I'm serving up meats
And I'm tired of listening to all your bitching
You want in my head I'm gonna charge you a lease

Jump on my ship cause I am the captain
Just follow my lead cause I am line leader
Too many rappers come with weak shit
I'm feeling real eager, to lead us the meters
Take the whole tab then we burn down the cedar
Yo we are the feeders, and you are the eaters
You are the students, an we are the teachers
We are the gospel, as you are the preachers