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Leggo my Ego
I takes the post and then some
I stretch emcees up and bend some
Into more interesting shapes
Prune your style like grapes and dates
Your steeze needs to age like fine wine
You got giant egos, you told me nine times
Here's a magnifying glass, try to find mine
Twenty doctors tried and failed to diagnose me
When I wiggle my fingers and hopefully
Use my mental to control them remotely
Smash their caps till I leave them with no knees
I got my own steez, you jock on nuts
Talk about slugs and guns, you from the slums
Carbon copy emcees can't hang with me
When I'm in the cypher I stay in rotation, they get skipped on
Cos in a battle, I snap their backs in half like the acrobat who flipped wrong
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