"Altered Ego" lyrics

Yuh, yuh
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen
XIII, Omen, XIII, Omen

Got the relic bumpin' while I raise the fuckin' roof
Dropping down into the basement like it's 1982
Slippin' on my beanie while I'm slippin' out the room
Look the reaper in the eyes tell him, "I don't fuck with you"
Fuck with me, I'll cut the [?] the help you be
Slicin' silver strings and dicin' dreams like they don't mean a thing to me
All I want to do is help you, please
Let me help you with the little things that you can't seem to see
So, fuck the bullshit and fuck the hate
And fuck these little rappers, got no time to waste
I don't think it fuckin' matters, what matters is so flattering
[?]
Brains over [?] in the place I be
[?], better practice what you preach

Practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Practice-

OmenXIII sitting at the dinner table
I eat some beets right now and save the rest for later
Put 'em in a zip loc baggy with the gravy ladle
I'm tellin' stories, other rappers tellin' fables
Always wind up feelin' kinda sympathetic
'Til I walk outside and see a human, so pathetic
Only time that I am mean is when I'm [?]
I've regret the time I've wasted sayin', "I regret it"