Wiki - Eggs Lyrics

Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser
The town leader in a round theater
When the town needed most you assassinate my character
With all the shit that you say
Et tu, Brute?
Stabbed in the back, touche, threw your shade
But they wrote plays about me, name me after the fade
You tupee, you E. Willy, we D'USSÉ
You must be silly thinking he do ye
They knew the name, they knew he could spit him some game
Let him refrain, but sippin' rum on a train
Gotta lend me to get him a cane, you couldn't sit
Shit let alone live in this lane
Young Hovito he a sensei
I'm Tito Puente mixed with Big Daddy Kane
Do it for the couple cents made, getting my rent paid
And mi gente that's how we living these days

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the bolt
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the bolt
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)

There's some ugly motherfuckers in here (yo)

See the rooster on my chest? I'm cocky
Uno Papi Chulo, Cool-o got me obsessed
A raunchy honky menudo
Hardly floss, you could taunt me
But what the fuck do you know
Kudos? Nah, I need blue notes
My Jew bro taught me to be frugal
Blue had the loot on the brew though
You see the price? You actin' conceited
Lead a peacful life, Jesus Christ
Will it be he that reads my rights?
Will I see the light?
This will make it hard to sleep at night
Just keep it tight, keep going
Ain't no knowing, just some cheap advice I'm giving
What's a piece I'm getting all your fucking stream subscription
But I need it just as much as you need to listen
While I keep pretending that I make a decent living
I'm in the streets drinking
Or in the sheets hitting them cheeks, thinking

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the bolt
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)

I said notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the bolt
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)

What the fuck do you know?
I'm in the streets, stupid (yes)
What the fuck do you know?
Young Caesar, I'm in the streets
(Wiki got it coming this year)
What the fuck do you know?
Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser
The town leader