Bruised Ego

[Intro: Illa Ghee]
C'mon
Let's go
Yeah
Illa
Yeah
Brooklyn
Ugh

[Verse 1: Illa Ghee]
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

[Hook: JuJu]
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

[Verse 2: Illa Ghee]
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

[Hook: JuJu]
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