Keir Stirling - Ego Lyrics

Oi
I don't use breaks
I use blastbeats
Sampled from the Backstreet Boys
I was handed the noise
From birth
And what's worse I talk perched
On hot beats
Other rappers put their watch first
One for the money
Two for the show
Got the third for the honeys
And the four for the blow
Don't ask where the f*cking flow's aimed
He needs rogaine
Head f*cked up from all the cocaine
Never loose my midas touch
Widest cunt
Cause my pride is f*cked
I'm not a psychopath
I have empathy
Don't have any for people tryna be better than me
Letters I spree
Cross pages
Tried to stop Wraucces playing stages
Thinking I'm A-list
Cock-block myself shit I hate it
Ego cloud the brain and
Do anything but change my sound for the fame shit

I'm my own biggest fan
Motherf*cker I'm my own biggest Stan
I'm my own biggest Stan man

I'm my own biggest Stan
Motherf*cker I'm my own biggest fan shit

Microphone check check check check checka
Hoops I go cookie rocking coogi sweaters
At all costs got to be better
Than all my compet'ors
Fret cause I get f*cked up if I don't get a W
At all times feel like I got something to prove
Don't like to picture me under you
Or even being on the same plane
Or train of though
Me vs me 'mount of pain I brought
'Pon myself
F*cking knock on the mental
When I don't get applause
Credit for instrumentals
Or credit for writing songs
F*ck, I said shit I admit I was wrong
But I try to stay strong, like yuh
Imagine the plight of a man
Who would fight with his band
But they bite at the hand that feeds
Buy he feels like they need him
But they don't
Won't give an ounce of creative control
Said won't give an ounce of creative control
On the dole
But nonetheless
Shit, don't know shit

I'm my own biggest fan
Motherf*cker I'm my own biggest Stan
I'm my own biggest Stan man

I'm my own biggest Stan
Motherf*cker I'm my own biggest fan shit

Been waiting, isolated, nice and patient
For a couple days
No matter what you say
Shit they're not your f*cking plays
Play spent
Leave me that
Not even that f*cking mad
Ego sad that I don't get a plaque for my tracks
Got a couple of backup bands
Hope the breakup doesn't rapture the fans
Call the fam that
Backtrack to that backpack rapper
Who'd think I'm rapping backwards
Thinking I'm an actor
Thinking I'm Usain Bolt on the f*cking track
Prove I don't need colts to blow out backs
What you looking for?
Fame and fortune, claim my names important
Over other pricks
Gaters dormant, slay informants saying that I'm
Not the shit
Cause I gotta be at all costs
I'm a rapper right?
Show weaknesses I fall short
Persona aside, can't lie sometimes I like to be me
Need power to use as a disguise

Not an ounce of respect
For the friends
Put their neck on the line
For a band you called your own shit
Check the rhyme
Best fret and whyne
'Bout opening slots like I'm on question time
Shit they opened for the Snuts
You were in Japan and out of luck
Mad about a couple bucks
Sad about to f*ck shit up
But in the end I'm glad I didn't
Cause now I'm in the position
To have cunts wishing they were me
That's all I really want
Why the f*ck you think I'm a rapper?
To stand here and not flaunt?
To appear modest?
Broken promises and I'm the wrongest
Ego gotta be right I'm asking what the cost is
Don't wear Lacoste bitch
I f*cking drop hits
Hand to God I love the Wraucces kids
Hi I'm Ego
Keir doesn't like it but I'm the real me
Unlike the Wraucces
Keir leaving won't kill me

As we proceed
To give you what you need
Oh shit
Oh shit
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Oh shit
Oh shit

Prove me wrong
Prove me wrong
Prove me worng