Wiki - Eggs

Wiki - Eggs
September 23rd, 2019
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Fresh new single from Wiki, here's Eggs, served on a Madlib beat.

Song Lyrics

Young Caesar, the crowd please, the town leader in a round theater
When the town needed most you assassinate my character with all the shit that you say

Stabbed in the back, touche, through your shade
But they wrote plays about me, name me after the fade
You tupee, you 
You must be silly thinking he do yay
They knew the name, they knew he could spit him some game
Let him  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, getting my rent paid
And mi gente that's how we living these days

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

See the rooster on my chest? I'm cocky
You  obsessed
A raunchy honky menudo
You could taunt me but what the fuck do you know
Kudos? Nah I need blue notes
Taught me to be frugal 
You see the price, you 
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, anything I wrote
ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)
Notes, quotes, anything I wrote
ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor
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
What the fuck do you know
Young Caesar
I'm in the streets
What the fuck do you know
Young Caesar, the crowd please