Bruised Ego - Illa Ghee, Juju

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