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letra de ek - mc pan

[intro: mc pan]
my soul is an hourgl-ss
unenc-mbered by the past
i’m a bit slower
no need to get there fast
as a hiphoppa, i’m a grower, not a shower
sometimes thrown into the trash
but i’m still here, i f-ckin last

ego k!ll

[verse 1: mc pan]
just david
with a bit of odell
and mcsherry
with demeanor a bit scary
still a queer fairy
dressed like peter pan
here to take a stand
with a firm expression
comp-ss on one firm direction
that’s not a reference to a boy band distraction
make sure your wheels have traction
your only pursuit is satisfaction
dissect the reactions
i crush it like insects
what infects
a lie makin me a target suspect
suicide by rhyme
we’re running out of time

m-th-f-ckas can hate
but it’s too late
i disintegrate
pure & p-ssed
you throw a fist
i vanish, so you miss
i don’t exist
listen to this
if you ever been ego trippin
cariboulou that you be sippin
alternate experience that you’re missin
your rhymes are undercooked
get back in the kitchen
i’m n0body, overlooked
a tall drink of water
on a charles manson mission

[hook: mc pan]
ego k!ll
every syllable is ill
this is why you’re still
you
you
you
that’s the only truth

[verse 2: mc pan]
e-g-o k-i-l-l
sendin you to h-ll
to meet the devil
and it’s you
ego k!ll
take the red
not the blue pill
truth k!lls
god gave me sk!lls
gaia gave me chills
i’m not your run of the mack mill
leave once you start to shwill
i can fill your orifice
with only my voice

[hook: mc pan]
ego k!ll
every syllable is ill
this is why you’re still
you
you
you
that’s the only truth

[verse 3: mc pan]
everything is you
you are it
your word alone is true
no bullsh-t
i know i’ll make this hit
every being is the one
god’s son
f-ck yourself
-rg-smic for your health
tranny mode in stealth
these lyrics bring us wealth
we are me
and i am free
lucidly
aggressively p-ssive
with an angel m-ssive
like the ill meta4
i be spittin cl-ssics
for all the f-ckin fascists
you open the package
your brain shipped back washed
but also damaged
you panicked
managed to -ssimilate
doc-ments of hate
you use to navigate
yahrus
yah-r-us
the store to gain god’s trust
from the grave
to bed, bath, and beyond
don’t deny our bond
float on through the stagnant pond
the deadpan joke
was on me at the end of a rope
don’t spend your life trying to cope
one day i’ll be you
one day you’ll be me

- mc pan

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