Fallin lyrics - Macklemore

I swear I've been here before, there's a war in my heart,

Inside my chest is a thorn it's been torn from the start,

The picture painted is warped, the hearts aching and scarred,

Music's the band-aid I'm too afraid to take this shit off

Another drink at the bar but I'm not drunk enough,

Each shot burns less but the chest isn't numbin up,

A voice keeps talkin' in my head and I'm a fuck him up,

Fill the gun with lead and bust until the pump shuts him up,

Emos and rockers and rockers and emos another shot of some vodka to get myself up off of my ego,

There's a door to my conscious, I can't unlock it or see the peephole,

This angel held my baggage and then vanished like where did she go,

I was beside her but I was walking by myself though,

Break the silence with my cell phone it doesn't help though,

I can't believe this is happening, sinking into depression,

I've been here before and now I'm back again

I keep fallin, I keep fallin, I keep fallin, down the rain

Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don't know if I can get up today

Keep fallin, I keep fallin, fallin, down the rain

Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don't know if I can get up today

6am hung over leaving my booty call watch the sunrise

Head over I-5 headed North but there's no sign of sunshine,

Empty brandy bottles spilled on the forgotten memories

Know I gotta let it go I'm just to selfish to set it free

Like forced release, two hours later I just got up and bounced

If she could only see me now head lost swallowed and drowned

The path is up but I followed it down

A man gone and hollowed out because you opened it up,

You can't start over now

What's to keep going for? validated by drunken whores bloody knuckles so numb and sore from punching these rusty doors

Freeway signs underpasses man stranded dusty mattress

This world is bipolar, beautiful for some for others the fuckin' saddest...

So sick of lugging baggage

All I got is drugs and alcohol and these cuts of passion

Brain serenade razor blade punk madness

Pain is love plug the drain but the rain keeps crashing like

I keep fallin, I keep fallin, I keep fallin, down the rain

Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don't know if I can get up today

Keep fallin, I keep fallin, fallin, down the rain

Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don't know if I can get up today

Church lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Geo)

[Jim Valvano speech at the 1993 ESPY Awards:]

Time, time is very precious to me. I don't know how much I have left and I have some things I would like to say.

Hopefully at the end I'll have something that will be important to other people too.

[Geologic:]

Stand up, sit down, stand up again

Morse Code sent to God, are you listening?

He must have been too busy fixing other shit

No call, no response shows the opposite

We confess to the man who was faceless

I still do the same but to thousands of strangers

Went through some changes, some said I'm faithless

'Cause I replaced the altar with a basement

I often fought the explanation of where people go when their bodies let go of the soul

Does it just turn cold?

Or do we get judged and told where to go?

And if so, how the fuck would you know if nobody came back and said I'm telling you, bro?

I could never get past the shit that was spit out the pastor's lips

And the rapper's started making more sense

I guess that's the reason that some people cringe when they kids get a hold of my shit

If the grip of a God is insistent on not questioning if he truly exists

No wonder that I got caught up in the music it filled my spirit to the brim, amen

Motha fucker

[Macklemore:]

This is my offering card

The only thing I have to offer is bars

The only time I felt like I was talking to God

Was in my Walkman walking with Nas

Alright see I be going to Sunday school every week

In the back trying to read, but see that something was off

Maybe it was 'cause I was trying to huddle in the yard

Preacher didn't connect when he would mumble the Psalms

I was in my head and I was bustin' with Pac

Takin' off my wifebeater and getting drunk in the park

After that part, I found God, it wasn't Jesus

Some psilocybin and the ink released him

I began to hold communion every time my music came out the speakers I used it

And it fuled my movement I believed in, voice of reason, just me and my Adidas

And I could achieve it, I put my hand over my heart, pledge allegiance

I solemnly swear by the faith that raised my since Kool Herc dropped the needle

The South Bronx, that's hip-hop's Egypt

The word of our God is manipulated and twisted by the same system

That is infiltrated and falsely interpreted Jesus

One life, one love, one God, It's us, treated your neighbor how you would want to be treated

The universal laws of God, don't look too far it's right here, us human beings

The spirits right here and I don't have to see it

Now every time I want to connect with God I put my headphones on

Then I nod, grab my pen, my pad, let it seep in, in

And that's my process

And God's always watching

Got God in my Walkman

Go ahead and top that

Letterhead Remix lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Illmaculate, Sapient)

Yo

I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck

Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enough

I wanted to use a wall, but in school was taught not to

And that graffiti was the root of all evil

It's just letters and making them unnatural shapes

So clean caps, surgical masks is actually sayin activate

To coat our empire

Liftin' mad cans of paint from Fred Meyers

Empty 'em out under bridges and walls of alleyways

Givin the graph task force a sour taste

The same flavor that makes haters salivate

It was my goal as a minor, caught a felony, so now what they

I don't struggle to prove nothing to you

I get a head full of letters,

I'm cuttin 'em loose, speakin the truth

Cousin, it ain't a gift, it's a habit

Whether good or bad, I won't regret it when I'm lookin back

Cause I'm a letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

When I represent me

Get em

Lunch time, I was tryin to bring that realness back

Fuck the lunch line, cause I ain't have no sprill or sprash

I was on the way to Fred Meyers just to fill my bags

Steppin in the home improvement section with my sticky hands

That's why I got these baggy pants, to conceal the stash

But undercover security can't conceal his badge

I know every single camera that this building has

And I racked so many cans that I'm almost feeling bad

That's exactly what a bad look ain't

Cause it's quite good, like the backwood taste

And I never stole a Snickers but I have took paint

So hello my name is pickers in the black book, thanks

Shit, I'd be admired if I was trying harder

But I'm a riot starter, beef igniter

Just a street writer but I hope to die a martyr

Freedom fighter, woulda stolen pilot marker

Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips?

Cause I'm a letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

While I represent me

I was just a kid in Seattle doin kick flips in a flannel

With some fat cats, I wracked off midget enamels

In Cali, they rhyme chateaus with mellows

My posse was on Broadway, scribin on the Metros

Gettin pound by the bus driver

"Hell nah! "

I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti

Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean street

Adventures to your ribs, I'm not goin to the precinct

You can buff me, you can cuff me

You can't stop me

I'm young, cocky, gettin up with my sharpie

Michelangelo with the concrete

That little ball in the paint can was the metronome to my heart beat

I put my freedom on the line, for the letters on the walls

Shubu, patriot, flat black up in my palm

Cherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my arms

It's like America bombin buildings and not gettin caught

Nope I'm not gettin caught

Cause I'm a letterhead

Yes I am, I've been tellin you that

Don't sweat the technique, while I'm killing these beats

Bitch.

Keep Marchin lyrics - Macklemore

Still trying to figure out what I find comforting

And who's gonna take account for all this suffering?

It's not always gloomy I'm assuming if you sing too,

It might give me the power to wake up again

Let's be honest, it's kind of hard to find beauty here

And a cobweb of a longleg, solace it would appear solid

Mr. blockhead with a wooden spirit

Tell the doctor we're all dead and it's looking serious

I've been at shows where the acted like they couldn't hear it

So I substituted my saliva for truth serum

This crooked look is piercing, it could burn a hole through you

I see through your two-faced ways despite the both of you

Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city

Black phantom of the back alleys, poet of the square smokers

Rappin filthy where the animals with guilty pasts

Ration out their fat yellow bellies? the share holders

Damn it's cold here

Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?

I need a reason to keep walkin

Daydreamin of the evil in my walkman

Say a prayer for the people in the audience

Say a prayer for the people in their coffins

And keep walkin

Vanish through the alleyways (ghosts)

Past the green room

And have drink tickets to the point where I can't perceive truth

If god is in the building then I can't see you

Even if they put their hands up in the air that won't redeem you

It's the place where they start fables

They spend money on jack and coke but are flat broke when they hit the merch table

Now we hand out for the wolves and the people that are hungry

And won't sacrifice records to get some cheddar with their lunch meat

I just pray for that some day, around here we get more rain then we ever get a sun break

It's never enough to get something and I wish I could say that I was humble enough to be blessed at some king

But it feels like hip hop's dead, I don't know who killed it

The poison in the pen or in the heads of who built it

If I don't know the ledge how can I expect that the children won't jump to their death when they question what real is?

There is cold here

Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?

I promise that I will leap first

Just a starving artist surviving off eating my words

Say a prayer for the people in their coffins

Say a prayer for the people in the audience

Keep walkin

And We Danced lyrics - Macklemore

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let's have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

'Cause tonight's the night

Am I right?

Dance!

Feels like night for a party

My nature so naughty

There's a knock on the door, it's the neighbors

Quit cock blocking

We're having a ho-down, you hoe's down?

Don't let me pull my hose out

'Cause it's big, long, pink, strong

And known to dance like all night long

Grab my hand, play this song

DJ save my life, come on

Leave your fear, back off the wall

Free of beat and pussy pop

If you don't have a pussy

Pop a cock into a booty

To a booty

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let's have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall

I will dance, I will dance, I will break that ass off

And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small

Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard

I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me

I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me

I will be the disco ball, freak and give my all

To whatever girl's booty I'm freaking on

I'm not skeeting nah, it's just freaking hot

Alright I skeeted

I will not be a mannequin

The ego banish it

The roof's on fire

Let's burn down the Vatican

I will moon walk to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson

In heaven he'll be saying that man is tight at dancing

RIP to the king, Michael Jackson, we learned it all from you

Dedicate this to the dance floor

Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens

We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really, really, really good time

Take my hand, let's have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

You see me looking at you from that bar right over there

But your friends are huddled up and they are hating on a player

I just want to dance with you, get on the back of you

Tip tap the boots, extract the truth

Da-Dance with you, get on the back of you

Da-Dance dance dance

Awesome

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

Hey-oh, hey-oh

Hey-oh, hey-oh

Uh-ah-ba-bo

Uh-ah-ba-bo

Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop

Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let's have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

"The Language Of My World" (2005)

• White Privilege lyrics - Macklemore
• Claiming The City lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Abyssinian Creole)
• Fake ID lyrics - Macklemore
• Hold Your Head Up lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Xperience)
• Ego lyrics - Macklemore
• Inhale Deep lyrics - Macklemore
• Bush Song lyrics - Macklemore
• Good For You lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Step Cousins)
• I Said Hey lyrics - macklemore
• Penis Song lyrics - Macklemore
• The Magic lyrics - Macklemore
• City Don't Sleep lyrics - Macklemore
• Love Song lyrics - Macklemore
• Remember High School lyrics - Macklemore
• Contradiction lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Evan Roman)
• As Soon As I Wake Up lyrics - Macklemore
• My Language lyrics - Macklemore

White Privilege lyrics - Macklemore

Now nod your head and wake up.

I see so many people lost who really try to pretend

But am I just another white boy who has caught on to the trend

When I take a step to the mic is hiphop closer to the end?

'Cause when I go to shows the majority have white skin

They marketed the windmill, the air flair and head spin

And white rappers albums really get the most spins

The face of hip hop has changed a lot since Eminem

And if he's taking away black artists' profits I look just like him

Claimed a culture that wasn't mine, the way of the american

Hip hop is gentrified and where will all the people live

It's like the central district, beacon hill to the south end

Being pushed farther away because of what white people did, now

Where's my place in a music that's been taken by my race

Cultural appropriated by the white face

And we don't want to admit that this is existing

So scared to acknowledge the benefits of our white privilege

Cause it's human nature to want to be part of something different

Especially when your ancestors are European Christians

And most whites don't want to acknowledge this is occurring

Cause we got the best deal, the music without the burden

Of being black in a system that really wants you to rock

Cause all you need is a program and you can go and make hiphop

And we hate the mainstream cause we're the ones that took it

Now we listen to Aesop Rock and wear t-shirts that say Brooklyn

But it's not about black and white right

I mean good music is good music regardless of what you look like

But when you don't give them props isn't that selfish?

That's like saying rock was actually started by Elvis

So where does this leave me?

I feel like I pay dues but I'll always be a white MC

I give everything I have when I write a rhyme

But that doesn't change the fact that this culture's not mine

But I'm gonna be me so please be who you are

This is something that's effortless and shouldn't be hard

I said I'm gonna be me so please be who you are

But we still owe 'em 40 acres now we've stolen their 16 bars

Hiphop started off in a block that I've never been to

To counter act a struggle that I've never even been through

If I think I understand just because I flow too

That means I'm not keeping it true, nope

Hiphop started off in a block that I've never been to

To counter act a struggle that I've never even been through

If I think I understand just because I flow too

That means I'm not keeping it true, I'm not keeping it true

Now I don't rap about guns so they label me conscious

But I don't rap about guns cause I wasn't forced into the projects

See I was put in the position where I could chose my options

Blessed with the privilege that my parent's could send me to college

Now who's going to shows the kids on the block starving

Or the white people with dough that can relate to my content?

Marketed the music now adapted to the lifestyle

What happened to jazz and rock and roll is happening right now

Where's my place in the music that's been taken by the media

With white corperations controlling what their feeding ya

I brought up aesop rock but I'm not even dissing dude

We love hiphop and what do you think caucasians are listening to

And I speak freely when I write this

If a black emcee examined race there goes half their fan base, white kids

And this is so true. and we didn't even have to fight the system

We just went and picked up the microphone too

And we got good at it so we should be rapping

But only supporting them is like burning Jimmy and buying Clapton

Now Clapton's incredible. but no Jimmy no foundation

So here comes history and the cultural appropriation

White kids with do rags trying to practice their accents

From the suburbs to the upperclass mastering a language

But hiphop is not just memorizing words

It's rooted in authenticity something you literally can't learn

But I'm gonna be me so please be who you are

This is something that's effortless and shouldn't be hard

I said I'm gonna be me so please be who you are

But as I'm blessed with the privilege, they're still left with the scars

Hiphop started off in a block that I've never been to

To counter act a struggle that I've never even been through

If I think I understand just because I flow too

That means I'm not keeping it true, nope

Hiphop started off in a block that I've never been to

To counter act a struggle that I've never even been through

If I think I understand just because I flow too

That means I'm not keeping it true, I'm not keeping it true

Claiming The City lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Abyssinian Creole)

You don't stop and look around once awhile you could miss it.

Look, I've been away from my city, the city's changes ain't pretty

Theys still be playing the dizzy.

Forgotten corners, the city's forgotten it's warriors,

Who died young, I ain't taking the sun is shining before us.

I rhyme, rotten bodies spread lies in the boarders of concrete and glass

Foul hearted police aiming their gas.

My head hangs low but beats my hope goes slaying the past

And days I couldn't glade to the pack.

We the same kids they'd be sending to invade Iraq, and the per say to crack.

I got that Gray Goose and OJ in the glass.

The last day before my cousin hit the pen down the swing,

I came back to the town just to be down with the king.

And love is surrounding it seems,

Just then he find out it his baby cousin fell off a balcony.

Images of involving paradise is drowning me.

Lost souls and I can't let go until no

The same scenario that rules double bello

Black, brownted yellow

Southsiders tell the devil hello

And heaven by and it hurts to much to ask why.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don't change what's been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

I grew up on Capitol Hill

With two parents and two cars.

They had a beautiful marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard.

My mom didn't have a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.

Now, he commute to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.

But then I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood.

I go to school, which was diverse.

But indeed us, I got sandwiches and carpi suns well my friends ate their free lunch.

It's crazy trying to look back, cause when I was growing up

I didn't understand the fact was there's something called a social status.

And my black friends wanted my financial bracket.

And then my city's divided,

From neighborhood to neighborhood

We're polarized but we claim we're progressive.

The police shoot in the hood but never once in my residence.

As a white person been shot at we'd stopped in a Lexus.

And to think that we have claimed that so much has changed

Since Brown verses the bored of education and Roe verses Wade.

But around my way it all stays the same,

They just figured out a way to septate the black and white ways.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don't change what's been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don't change what's been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

Say it's the richest city in the world,

Riding, it's just a pimp city in the shadows of Amazon's office site.

And the jungle down the slide in Jose Rizas park.

It's hard in the gate with a trail to a place over I-5

Where families survive, most my early life we'd known about it

Called development.

They kick them folks out and move them around every chance they can since so sacred of homelessness but ignoring them ain't goin to change it

And tearing down there decks ain't gonna make your ass safer.

For all that paper wasting, just to build up Safeco,

While Garfeild High School still remains like a slave.

Oh, we gave up on hope a long time ago son.

I woke on this floor after pacing hours before, mind racing like a child torn in war zones.

With every side challenge we need to manage and understand this balance I can't fall or falter.

Brother, I'm just the author and no amount of words offered is ever been enough alter this system swallowing souls broke my own folks from up coast.

Only dreams close of what America was supposed to be.

But works for rich only the south in reality.

Take my family back to what they were running from before, when they left that war.

Same shit, different continent.

Home don't exist anymore.

Home don't exist anymore.

The 206 today is just ain't the same.

Fake ID lyrics - Macklemore

Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore, this is my music and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it I got a story, yo it goes a little something like...

When I was 17 I was staying in NYC

And my homie told me where I could get a fake Id

"Aiyo son you better get that shit when you in NY"

So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try

Plesant surprise the Id looked fine

5'9, blues eyes, born in 1979

Nervous as hell I went to the store with my homie

Came out and yelled "Dawg they sold me a 40"

You know that I was the man

Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram

No more looking for bums, standing in the rain

Stranded on Broadway and giving 'em all my change

For the rest of the summer man I was on fades

17, had it made, getting drunk everyday

Eh, I got treated a whole new way

Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

You know what I'm saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you're in the club.

Now for the next three years I had so much fun

Getting drunk in Hip-Hop clubs where you had to be 21

Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign

That said KRS-One 21 up and live

That's hella tight

Aiyo I heard he always ripped it

So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to by a ticket

When I got up the the door the bouncer checking Id's

Looks at mine and he's like "Nah we don't take these"

I tried to reach and grab my shit back

But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack

I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap

And that probably wouldn't have hurt him very much

He kept laughing and smilin' and he called me a dumb shit

And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public

Oh no, I'm like give it back bro

But no, my Id was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

Ha I'm laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it's still not very funny. Fucker

Bitch why you got to take my Id?

Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Ice tea?

I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot long legs and shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten

Get 'em

Your mother is dumb for having you

You're a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you

Get 'em

You're too big and you never seemed to listen

You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens

Get 'em

I don't like ya, at all I despise you

If I was tall I would fight you

If I was a dog I would bite you

Every single day you make people cry

And your job is to go and ruin teenager's lives

Ok I'm going too far bouncers aren't all bad

I'm sure they make great husbands and really strong dads

But hopefully you learned a lesson from me

Never take an MC's fake Id

Yup, I said never take an MC's fake Id

You could be buff and tough, it don't matter to me

'Cause you're going to get burned if you step to MCs

Hold Your Head Up lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Xperience)

Hold your head up, there's a light in the sky.

I know you're fed up, but you must try to survive.

Each moment's precious, don't let life pass you by-

Keep focused, keep your eyes on the prize.

A friend of mine once told me,

We have many paths in this journey.

They act in different directions

So when you question don't be worried,

It's not a wrong one-

Beauty can be found in all of them.

You'll meet people whose paths intersect

But you don't know how long you'll walk with them,

Cause' the truth is, and it's so hard, but you'll never know

How long we'll continue with our loved ones down this rugged road.

The path veers and it's clear that we must steer alone.

I've learned if you can't hold on to that moment that exists-

Let it go.

Cause' freedom is god.

Freedom is acknowledging the mask you have on

And possessing the strength to take it off.

Freedom is accepting every step of the path

And when it's hard having faith in the ability to embrace that

That's where you are,

And this is it.

The same shit that we work towards,

But go against in the same sense.

My friend hit me to some game and truth unravelled, she said

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow",

And since I'm on cliche terms, knowing is half the battle.

But I don't know,

So I just go with what was destined.

Life can be a burden or a blessing,

The choice is yours to be connected.

It's there if you want it, you got it, now let it.

Hold your head up, there's a light in the sky.

I know you're fed up, but you must try to survive.

Each moment's precious, don't let life pass you by-

Keep focused, keep your eyes on the prize.

I feel like I have nothing to give right now,

This is my trial, tribulations, and it must go down,

But where's the up?

I'm stuck with the broken smile,

No jokin' now, wantin' to grab a swish and smoke this out.

The moment of a man choosing what path I will go down

Do I give in, give up, or get up and live right now?

With a split gut, pick myself up and spit my style,

This is the only thing that can holds my ground.

You're born into this world alone and alone you'll go out

All I have is myself and everyone else I doubt.

You can only trust yourself and depend on the help of the pound

Inside the chest that beats with the breath of the now.

No sunshine when she's gone, I can only see clouds.

No homies can hold me down, the spirit's testing me now

But I can withstand this world, but it seems so foul

Flood of emotions, it's like I'm being held down to drown.

Hell's right around the corner, but I can turn it around.

You always have a choice, no matter the situation, you're not bound,

To nothing, no one. You're chosen for this job,

This is your life, you can't escape this bitch when it's hard.

Just know that it passes, but you'll collect scars-

They never go away, but they will make you who you are.

This is a beautiful struggle, I share it in song cause'

I can't control this, remember: the moment's beyond us.

Hold your head up, there's a light in the sky.

I know you're fed up, but you must try to survive.

Each moment's precious, don't let life pass you by-

Keep focused, keep your eyes on the prize.

Ego lyrics - Macklemore

[Intro: Speaking]

Ladies and gentlemen

Second Thoughts on the beat

Big up to Lace Cadence

Good lookin' out for this one, man

[Verse 1:]

I love hip hop music

I just hate the ego

The politics that follow it

Getting caught in it can be lethal

See I love the community

'Cause a community will embrace you

But you turn it back the community is the people that will hate you

See everybody's striving for that same shit

To get paid and make it

And I'll be honest, I'm trying to become famous

When someone makes a move

Watch that person next to you

Cause I'll warn ya

I love Hova but jealousy's The Takeover

Here come the mean mugs

"I can't do what he does"

And where does that lead us?

To the ego that feeds us

I wish that I could just do what I do

But when a door opens for him I'm afraid there won't be enough room

Comparison's a mother fucker

Like MLK said,

"We all want that band leader syndrome and it won't stop"

This concept makes me wonder

Is it the commodity of the music or the ego that is killing hip hop?

[Chorus:]

It's the ego

That makes me not give respect in death

It's the ego

That makes me talk shit behind people's back

You know that it's the ego

That's constantly polluting my consciousness

So ingrained in my brain that I can barely even acknowledge it

It's the ego

That makes the present moment jet lagged

I said it's the ego

That has me trippin about the next man

You know that it's the ego

That makes me not go to the front

Of the show 'cause the performers have exactly what I want

[Verse 2:]

I'm so cool

F'real?

No dude, I'm serious spit it different and if you just flow too

I'll listen lookin for glitches and rip 'em to shove improve

That my rhythm's a little bit more intricate, just to boost

My ego

Is so evil

Threatened by so many different kinds of people

It seems that if you're goin' through somethin' and life is feelin' uncomfortable

The immediate place you go is to your ego to comfort you

When Boom Bap got signed

I hated on him

When Grayskul got signed

I hated on him

And that's hard to admit

But since I'm really bein' honest

I wanted to be one of the first to make it as a Northwest rap artist

Instead of takin it as a plus for my region

I took it as a cut to my dreams of makin' it out of this political scene of Northwest haters

To be next I guess I'm just like them

Jealous of who's taking that step

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Now everybody got one but people tryin' to front

Claimin that they on the humble but cocky

Now it comes up when we judge

Or are threatened by someone

But everyone still be like 'man that's not me'

Now let me break it down son

It's only a lack of love for ourselves

Cause we're submerged in 'I gotta be'

The best or number one

But it's just that we don't trust

In our heart and that's what stops me

It's the ego