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Ego

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ego was released on March 1, 2022 by LowKeyC as a part of the album Confessions

Song Details

AlbumConfessions

Release DateMarch 1, 2022

LabelLowKeyC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM101

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LowKeyC

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

LowKeyC

Songwriter

Aram

Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah

My mother had me when she was twenty.

Just me her.

We were livin ghetto and both my parents divorced.

And my father didn't get to see me not even my birth.

And my sister was adopted so I rarely got see her.

I was bullied school.

I didn't have a lot of friends.

I wouldn't be the type to talk about it.

Even if I did nobody listened.

Im not the guy you wanna mess with.

Put me in a room full of rappers and let me

Show you.

So far underground but im at the core of this music.

You'd swear that I'm a lunatic, insane.

Im climbing outta hell.

I've been recommended meditation

Situations graven.

Im a bipolar maniac

You may never know what ima do.

Im Satan's greatest fear

He keeps me locked inside his basement.

If try to play with me

No cap ill bash you on the pavement.

Im an underrated prodigy

About to make the come up.

Im the runner up, the chosen one,

Already won, you feel son?

Born in the dark

Im dimented

And headed for

Greatness

I feel like im

Better than Eminem

Knowing i'm one of the best

And I don't even try.

Ill burn you alive.

I cant even cope

With the venom inside.

I've been skinny

And broken

And brittle

Since I was just little.

So hungry for beats

Like I murdered a

Rapper to get em

And look,

Im not done.

I've got a vendetta

For rap

And Im bringin it back

To the way that it was.

Im one of the real ones

That wont even flinch.

If you try to compete

You will suffer defeat.

And you can’t see it

I finally get it,

The people that made it

Don't really deserve it.

I wanna be killing the wannabes

Nobody on the beat.

How many careers are

Gonna be dead?

I don’t need you to pass me the torch

Im taking it from you.

And ain't nobody gonna stop me

Im already in motion.

So while keep the commotion,

I'll be cook-in up emotion.

I’ve been hiding in the studio

Which noone understands.

You cant withstand ethic

It over powers your ego.

You can think that your great

But your rapping is only placebo.

And bro you do this for a hobby

And I do this for survival.

Im not good at anything els in life

Rap for me is vital.

Im a monster in a systematic nightmare.

No-one gets me.

Working every day and night

And still providing for a wife.

And while you did this all for money

I’ve been working on my legacy.

Especially my craft

In which you desperately still mimic.

Your a midget compared to my

Vivid and wicked imagination.

A pigeon compared to my

Gifted and twisted Affirmation.

If skills were a currency

You'd be living in poverty.

I know I won the lottery

You're are nothin but a mockery.

Killing the game

And I live in the shadow.

In love with the music

Im willing to die.

Fed up with people,

The fakers and haters.

Sick of the comments

I’m not gonna lie.

Meet me face to face

And ima put you in your place.

You should try to bite the dust.

Before I find you in my space.

I will shove my hand through your stomach

And grab your spine its mine.

Rippin apart your bones and body

Watch you crawl away alive.

Much obliged.

Correct and rectify

To mortify and horrify

The listener and finish them.

With only words.

See I don’t need the views

Or cash or cars to prove myself.

I’ve been through hell and almost killed myself on shrooms.

See I don’t have that much to lose.

Imprisoned by a noose and I just cut the rope.

I’m free to roam, you better run I’ll chase you down,

The only one thats qualified

To modify the industry.

And compromise your dignity.

Don't question my abilities.

Ill never give you sympathy.

You'll never get civility.

So pray you don't run into me.

Unless you want an ectomy

There will be no recovery.

So pull up with a diss track

Then prepare to get slaughtered.

Id maurder the forefathers rap

Faster than the bullet for Biggie.

I mean it. Don't test me. Get bested.

Im better than Kendrick or Cole or Easy.

The both of em ill make better believe me.

Compare me to other artists, regardless

I will make it the farthest.

I’m working the hardest.

I’ll harvest the darkness.

And tarnish my target.

And spit on your carcass.

Your nothing but garbage.

I’m only getting started.

Time to roll out the carpet.

Im Offended the game

Doesn't Measure up.

Get on my level

You're not even close to me.

Anyone better?

You got to be kidding me.

Rackin em up

And I'm not even counting.

And im a criminal

Up in the game

And im stealin

The pride of the

People that

Never do anything.

Thinkin your makin it big

But I'm David and slayin Goliath.

You're nothing but Despicable.

Bare minimum.

No syllables.

So miserable.

So pitiful.

Disposable.

Invisible.

So miniscule.

Unoriginal.

So critical.

Too political.

Unfixable.

If you think you made an impact on music

Your lunatic.

And I could go on and on

But I think I got my point across.

Im flawless your awful.

And I just had to say it one more time

To rub it in your face.

Your nothing but a disgrace.

And I feel amazing and dangerous.

Don't care if your famous.

And while your Bragging about the Grammys,

You sold your soul to the Devil.

And Decided to collaborate

With collateral damage.

I'm prepared to put a stop to.

And If anybody messes with the Bulls

You'll get the horns and torn apart.

Don't even mess my Ego.

Written by: Aram, LowKeyC

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