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Ergo Ego

from Late Convert by Sam Nabi

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Run hard with a headstrong start
It's a cruel world, miracles are few and far between
Go guard your hardened heart
It's a fool's world, keep a short leash on hopes and dreams

You don't know my story, all you know is I got mad skill
So inflammatory like you ran out of Advil
You're rusty like a bad drill, glass only half filled
My cup is overflowing like an oil spill
Natural disaster on the mic, I'm a hundred-year phenomenon
Master of the fight, I'm a modern-day Obi-Wan
Smashing crates like Donkey Kong, passionate and headstrong
Pacifist in real life but I'm violent when I write these songs

Gemini means I've got a double personality
My friends and I are more than a posse, we're a family
Posers try to channel me, hosers with your flannel jeans
Don't you try to step to me, I'll decimate you handily
I don't need utopia, I'm comfortable with anarchy
You think you can show me up? Guess we'll have to wait and see
I'm your final fantasy, can't nobody handle me
Look at all these trophies scattered on my mantlepiece

I cut my teeth in the folk singer circuit
Wont he Whitby Idol competition with my first hit
Celebrity, I earned it, yeah I got a firm grip
Shake my hand, look me in the eye, you know I'm worth it
What you say we go down to the docks and get to business
You got beef with me, well then you're sleeping with the fishes
My ego is my mistress, break it and I'm vicious
Probably 'cause my mother never showered me with kisses

Damn, I need to see a therapist
Lost my moral compass and I can't find where it is
I don't care for this, maybe I'm a terrorist
Better lock me up like I'm a nobleman in Paris

I'd like to see you try to put me in a cell
Throw the key away, only feed me water from a tainted well
Bring me out for show-and-tell, go condemn my soul to hell
I won't move an inch in the face of this fear you're trying to sell
I won't even try to force my way out of imprisonment
I'll keep rhapsodising till the walls start caving in
This temporary tenement will not make me reticent
I'll keep rapping even if you fill my mouth with cinnamon

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from Late Convert, released October 25, 2016
Beat by REY TOPOL (soundcloud.com/rey-topol)

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