Soup The Chemist - Ego Trippin lyrics

[Verse] I got something to show you It's about how to bust since nobody told you I see you stumble and you mumble over tracks without enunciating Rhyming like a run on sentence without no punctuation And I'm a comma, pause Show you how to do this, period Capital R.I.P. this something serious No funnies and no moneys, I wasn't paid to spit this Did this out of love and respect, for the Chemist You know Murs is a hymnist Now open up books to Psalm 3:16 and start uplifting His great name (Yes!) Like money, hate fame My advice to all you up and coming artists in the game Get out while you ahead fool, go to med school Use that tool to save the world You don't wanna go on tour and have to play with these girls Or, maybe you do But say that your crew is mine That's a room full of six's and only one dime Split that eight ways That's a cent and some pay pennies Put down that mic motherf**er and play with me Flagrantly flirting with philosophy and phrases Far from a fake, I [?] from the fameless Aimless, ordinary, raps without vocabulary Long live Murs and d**h to all his adversaries