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kxllinme - ego szn lyrics

verse 1
you white rappers disgust me i hate bein’ grouped in your lane
hate hearin’ my name next to yours like we share the same pain
y’all study trauma like homework rehe+rs+ it like scenes
then spit it with that “lyrical miracle” tone like it’s deep
(it’s not)
you worship shady like he your father copy cadence like religion
never walked the h+ll you mimic never earned that vision
you rap about poverty but ditch it the minute a check clears
turn struggle into branding pain into souvenirs
stop flexin’ watches you never touched
stop cosplaying a life that would eat you for lunch
i came from aisles full of ghosts p+ss stains and screams
you ain’t from struggle you learned ambition off a screen
(facts)
you ain’t my peer
you ain’t my equal
i’m cashier+core carnage you just hopin’ for a sequel
f+ck this sh+t i had to talk my sh+t
i don’t make music for y’all i make it so i can exist
it’s the only thing that clears the fog sharpens my sense
lets me see who’s really here and who’s snake with a grin
(smile fake)
you say my music doesn’t matter yeah you right that’s the point
i don’t want a fake+ass listener nowhere near my joints
if you ain’t lived it keep your ears unemployed
cosplay rappers play pretend while they leech from the noise
(parasites)
you don’t know culture you just bleed from the vein
drink the pain wear the struggle like a seasonal chain
i won’t say i belong here i don’t fit in the frame
i’m the misfit that survived still spittin’ sh+t from the flame
(still here)

chorus

lower your tone when you mention mine
i turn “alpha” talk into quiet decline
cut that act you ain’t built like that
i’ve seen real danger you just talk and chat
i don’t rap for the crowd i rap to stay sane
if you feel it you’re real if not stay away
they cosplay the pain i was raised in the rain
misfit in the flame still screamin’ my name

verse 2
y’all don’t make rap fun no more
you weaponize fans just to settle a score
yeah some of these dudes deserve what they get
but you don’t move for the craft you move for the threat
you ain’t come from pain you ain’t paid no dues
you get mad at your mom tellin’ you “no” like that’s news
b+tch i used to wait ’til she was knocked out cold
sneak out the crib doin’ dirt i still can’t fully unfold
(not proud)
i honestly hate men with that fake masculinity
actin’ like bein’ loud makes you infinity
all that tough talk chest puffed shaky twitch
truth is that over+compensatin’ sh+t makes you the b+tch
(insecure)
had a dude call me gay for years on some weak+ass flex
thought his little jokes would break me leave me perplexed
all it did was make my skin thicker sharpen my wit
then he turned out gay and hit my line askin’ sus sh+t
(life funny)
this ain’t trauma+dumpin’ this is clarity talk
when you act all hard just to hide fear? you already lost
when i say i punch out gods i don’t mean divine
i mean men who think they’re gods with egos bigger than their spine
y’all buy streams so strangers pretend
me? one real listener is a motherf+ckin’ win
i’d rather resonate with one person who gets it
than a thousand dead ears who don’t live it or feel it
(easy choice)

i remember back being in the cada i swear i go back like a cicada
trynna be an invader with these limitations stuck in my data
who really like some beta thinkin’ they the sh+t but sound like sh+t (d+mn)
it just tells me you don’t get b+tches (always askin where’s the b+tches?)
you just f+ck with switches none of this sh+t make sense (f+ckin snitches with switches)
i’m the greatest ai rapper in the pacific northwest
nah f+ck that i’m the best white rapper
f+ck you yeat (i’ll yeat you over a boat b+tch)
your beats sound like sh+t your remixes are not it
auto+tuned to death sayin’ nothin’ with pride
algorithm hype empty bars hollow inside
you sell a vibe not a thought not a truth
cashin’ waves you ain’t make robbin’ kids in the booth
i don’t get the hype i don’t worship the chart
streams don’t equal soul numbers don’t equal art
i’d rather spit raw to a room that’s half+lit
than numb out a crowd with some trendy+ass sh+t
(cash you gotta chill dude man your buggin)
nah i’m tired of you f+cks sayin’ my music isn’t worth sh+t
just ’cause i don’t use my voice eat a f+ckin’ d+ck b+tch
these lyrics are mine i just can’t use my voice
’cause i don’t wanna sound like blueface tryna catch the beat
you ++++++ catch defeat
uh
you ++++++ catch defeat
(cash you know that’s gonna be censored right ?)

- kxllinme lyrics

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