Eggs

Young Caesar, the crowd-pleaser
 The town leader in a round theater
 When the town need it 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, named me after the fade
 You toupee, you e-willy, we do say
 You must be silly thinking he do yay (Young Caesar)
 They knew the name
 They knew he could spit him some game
 Let him refrain, but sippin' Rem' on a train
 Got a limp need 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 scope, the pope, ordinary folk
 Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
 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 scope, the pope, ordinary folk
 Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
 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 don't know Papi Chulo, her culo got me obsessed
 A raunchy honky menudo
 Hardly flossy 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
 Blew hella loot on the brew though
 You see the price, you had to concede to lead a peaceful 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
 I just keep it tight, keep going
 Ain't no knowing, just some cheap advice I'm giving
 What's the piece I'm getting of the 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 scope, the pope, ordinary folk
 Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
 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 scope, the pope, ordinary folk
 Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
 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 (Streets, yes stupid)
 What the fuck do you know
 Young Caesar
 I'm in the streets (Young Caesar)
 (Wiki got it coming this year)
 What the fuck do you know
 Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser
 The town leader