Ego Death Notice

TITLE: “Ego Death Notice” (feat. Big Emvee & Cold Verse)

[Hook – Big Emvee]
Thanks for the shoutout, bitch, I appreciate it, cuz,
All publicity is good publicity, especially free publicity, so read my history.
Thanks for the shoutout, bitch, I appreciate it, cuz,
All publicity is good publicity, especially free publicity, so read my history.

[Verse 1 – Big Emvee]
Yeah, I made a playlist for you, ’cause you famous, ain’t you?
Top dawg in this app, ain’t that how you paint you?
Fuck everybody else, you got fame and game too,
But underneath it all you just afraid to stay true
To yourself ’cause you hate what you see when you look in the mirror,
Tell yourself you a G, wear a mask while you hidin’ all the tears behind it,
Ego trippin’ on the feed ’cause you hate the silence.
Every time you get told you the GOAT you get giddy,
Goofy goober bars, bro, you ain’t fuckin’ with me.
Stop playin’ like you are ’cause I see no threat,
Stop cappin’ in your bars, this your ego death.

[Hook – Big Emvee]
Thanks for the shoutout, bitch, I appreciate it, cuz,
All publicity is good publicity, especially free publicity, so read my history.
Thanks for the shoutout, bitch, I appreciate it, cuz,
All publicity is good publicity, especially free publicity, so read my history.

[Verse 2 – Cold Verse NYC Deep Male Voice]
I’m the glitch in God’s cursor, typo in the sky text,
Walkin’ Easter egg, whole life one side quest.
I don’t rap, I bend physics with a Bic and a grudge,
Turn a four–bar setup to a 12–step judge.

I’m the ad-lib in a sermon, echo in a riot,
Freestyle in a courtroom, verdict stay quiet.
Got a brain like a haunted hard drive full of leaks,
Every thought a new file the labels can’t keep.

I put a barcode on chaos, scan trauma for price,
Put a discount on death, two-for-one on advice.
I turn punchlines to land mines buried in scripts,
You ain’t catchin’ my bars, you survivin’ the clips.

I’m the typo in the spell that the witch miscast,
That one glitch in the code crashin’ whole forecast.
I use notebooks as Ouija boards, summon old me’s,
Ask the ghost of who I was how to fold these.

I’m the static on the halo when an angel curse back,
I’m the fine print on the deal that the Devil won’t fax.
I put metaphors in headlocks, similes in slings,
Write a 16 so mean it make your hook grow wings.

I’m the rumor in the algorithm, flaw in the trend,
They hit shuffle, land on me, now the vibe won’t mend.
Cold Verse, walkin’ paradox, frostbit flame,
Whole track turn sci-fi just ’cause I said my name.

[Outro – Big Emvee & Cold Verse]

[Emvee]
Read my history, every line got smoke in the ink,
Ain’t no mystery, we the ones they quote when they shrink.

[Cold Verse deep nyc male voice]
If my name in your mouth, better say it with chest,
‘Cause once we land on a track, that’s a stress test.

He said read his history, I’m the glitch in the lore,
Footnote in your nightmares, margin note in the war.

Big Emvee, Cold Verse—
say our names once…
then play it again.

aggressive dark lyrical rap duo, boom bap, dense multis, outlandish punchlines, high-energy delivery