Cracked Egg
• Written by LeslieReed
Cracked egg, scrambled brain, going insane with the flow
Bow down to the yolk master, faster than Usain when I go
Slow motion, ocean of devotion to this ovum revolution
Solution? Crack more shells, tell these motherfuckers I'm the illest
Spillest yolk on the beat, neat with my technique so eggcellent
Mellow with the yellow, hello to my fellow shell dwellers
Sellers of that breakfast hit, shit so fire it's over easy
Sleazy with the wordplay, Thursday I be cooking sunny side
Pride in my albumen flow, know I'm bout to blow like Biggie
Figgy pudding in my pocket, rocket fuel inside my veins
Brains scrambled but I'm handling business like I'm Hov
Stove top cooking, booking shows across the nation
Cracked egg in the building, killing every single beat
Heat rising from the skillet, grilled it till it's fucking perfect
Worth it when you crack the code, ode to breakfast and hip-hop
Stop playing with my money, honey dripping from success
Mess with me you get cracked, backed against the wall like Humpty
Dumpty couldn't put me back, facts about my egg supremacy
See me in the kitchen whipping, flipping pancakes and these bars
Stars aligned when I was born, corn fed but I'm organic
Panic when they see me coming, drumming to my own tempo
Tempo faster than these rappers, cappers never been my style
While I scramble up the ladder, chatter bout my transformation
Station tuned to egg FM, them other stations playing bland
Brand new whip, brand new chains, brains fried but I'm still clever
Never gonna crack under pressure, measure my success in dozens
Cousins asking for handouts, bout that breakfast life forever
Whether rain or shine I'm grinding, finding ways to make it pop
Stop, drop and scramble roll, soul food for the hungry masses
Classes in the art of cooking, booking gigs at every diner
Finer things in life include unlimited eggs Benedict
Predict my rise to stardom, pardon me while I get richer
Pitcher full of orange juice, loose with my interpretation
Nation mesmerized by how I advertise my shell collection
Protection from the elements, elegant in presentation
Station wagon to the Maybach, payback served over easy
Breezy when I'm on the mic, like that Chris Brown with the vocals
Locals know I run this town, down to earth but I'm ascending
Blending yolks with heavy bass, face the music I'm creating
Mating calls from groupie chicks, tricks trying to crack my shell
Hell nah, I'm unbreakable, capable of mass destruction
Function of my DNA, pray you never see me angry
Tangled up in breakfast foods, moods swinging like a pendulum
Venom in my albumen, few can match my energy
Synergy between the beat, meat and potatoes of hip-hop
Stop acting like you harder, martyred for the breakfast cause
Pause and recognize greatness, latest in a long tradition
Mission to supply the world with premium grade-A content
Bent on world domination, fascination with my hustle
Muscle through the struggle, juggle multiple income streams
Dreams of golden yolks raining, staining everything I touch
Much respect to those before me, story told through breakfast metaphors
Floors covered in eggshells, bells ringing with my success
Stress levels through the henhouse, mouse trap couldn't catch me
Scratchy voice from all this rapping, clapping when I take the stage
Rage against the dying light, fight for every fucking dollar
Holler if you feel me, really understand the struggle
Trouble brewing in the kitchen, snitching never been my style
While I cook up something special, freshly cracked and ready
Steady climbing up the charts, arts and crafts with these lyrics
Spirits high like morning coffee, toffee colored like my skin
Thin line between genius, meanest with the metaphors
Doors opening every day, pray my success keeps growing
Showing love to breakfast foods, moods elevated by the beat
Sweet like maple syrup, stirrup up some controversy
Mercy on these other rappers, cappers never been this real
Feel the power of the yolk, folk hero to the breakfast crowd
Loud and proud of where I came from, game changed forever
Clever with my wordplay, Thursday morning inspiration
Station playing all my hits, grits and eggs on every table
Able to transcend genres, honors go to the most creative
Native to the breakfast scene, mean with my delivery
Shivery when I spit fire, tire of the same old boring
Snoring through these other albums, problems with their execution
Solution to the game's issues, tissues for when haters crying
Trying to diminish my shine, dime a dozen these pretenders
Tenders on my breakfast plate, fate decided I'm the chosen
Frozen in time like a photograph, laugh at my competition
Mission to supply the masses, classes in advanced egging
Begging for my recognition, kitchen is my laboratory
Story of my rise to fame, game changed when I arrived
Survived the breakfast wars, doors opening to new opportunities
Communities supporting me, reporting on my latest moves
Grooves that make you want to dance, chance encounters with greatness
Lateness never been my problem, bottom line is I deliver
River of success flowing, growing stronger every day
Pray for those who doubt me, bout me they will learn the truth
Youth today need inspiration, station tuned to my frequency
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About the Artist
LeslieReed
Member since August 18 2025