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Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted.. The streets was waitin' here I am, a beast awakened in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets after years of bein' patient sheddin' tears and beatin' cases I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!) no more to say words can't explain like Rich Porters grave this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent the mind like a Nine automatic graceful yet capable of causin' damage I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real dough or die, either way I do deals I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison what other lyricist conveys such sincereness? I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings fearless, and betrayal with trust is given now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it niggas act like they was sendin' me packages when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it I get money and I still be in the Projects fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas 41st side, what, we had cracks in the building the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless I suppose those who ain't like us feared us the life we chose inspired me to write these poems I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone The Realness... my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner.. pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell.. the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega |
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(Cormega)
Yo, its night time I can't sleep My pens beggin' me to write rhymes Cory's a felony despite time I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song Hip hop cannot ignore me for long I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her She had class now she sellin it all for cash When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood She used to be out in Queens with DMC And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P. She was fly she kept her shit tight Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row" Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast She met a lame with with a drug dealer name He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic You understand the message I know I'm gettin to deep for some Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons She was stressed because she missed Pac She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?' I love her like a mother, my physical path She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash Whats her name dun? *Echoed* |
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(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know, things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? (Verse 1) The saga begins I'm a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove not gun shots, we're immune to those some of my friends first bids are two to fours others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Son's walk through the door for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets (Chorus) Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses and tears shed for passed soldiers we all walkin' the path chosen from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life.. (Verse 2) Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso's spirit entered me starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin' uneffected by police intrusions or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit' I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless we ain't built the same so mind games are useless times change, like the climate I change check the forecast, I reign (Chorus) (Verse 3) Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you realize you're mentally scarred if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you've been conquered blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won't stop for Black Males undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair (Chorus) |
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[Cormega]
Yo, I'm contemplatin' My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan The rap or crack, I go hard for paper Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat I don't even take you serious, I think you envious I feel it, I was born to deal bricks And come through the hood in ill whips The Realness, who you think you deal with I don't fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted If you feel it in your heart (bring it) My infrared beam is on ya head My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket Stop dreamin, life's a bitch I'm not leavin' I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin' My nigga Biggie must have prophesized When they said somebody got to die My nigga Pac must have felt deception When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die [Cormega] Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless I turned kids to orphans and live with caution You can't match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass I surpass Nino, blast like Callito, die slow Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it? Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live nigga When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga It's fucked up, but it's just the thought I got cliques That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker I get money, sit on bricks and twenties Niggas ain't takin' shit from me |
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(Mega) Yea Spank, what up my nigga
(Spank) Sup, baby whats happenin' (Mega) Yo son man, look at this shit man times be fuckin' changin' man Know what I'm sayin man I wish we just go back sometimes You know what I mean (Spank) No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby (Mega) Son as long as I got my niggas with me But let me reminisce yo (Cormega) I'm about to take your minds on a trip Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness' Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real Mad nights, I used to daydream Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring? I used to be magnetized to fly rides Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise I became a little nigga gettin' money type often Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars I spent hours writin' graffiti And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy Remember when... Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now (Chorus) Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time (Cormega) And I remember when the whole drug game was hot Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines Being big time could get you fed time Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it The way I right rhymes, considered a gift I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building Remember when... Yea son was doing his thing (Chorus) (Cormega) Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben And live niggas memories you live again Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce And wonder how alotta cats got so rich I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller Memories of those days are golden Yea, for all my ghetto legends Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough Yea, knah mean (Cormega talking) Know what I'm sayin' son Niggas was holdin' it down back then Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen Niggas for the team Motherfuckin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green? All them Brooklyn niggas Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown Boy George all them Bronx niggas Niggas was seein' money back then son The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin' Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word |
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Son I was a young nigga hustling
Me serving a D was unheard of, unless a D served me Speak words superbly, its clear you heard me Your idea of a real nigga changed I'm into bigger things I'm tryin to maintain the same aim of prisoners drug dealers and my niggas who gangbanged The game changed, shit is on fire Niggas went from greatness to statements and wires So scared to face a bid they betraying their suppliers Sold to niggas outta state, you want weight you pay higher I'm condemned yet exalted for words spoken cautious Seen some of the biggest drug dealers blow fortunes in bathrooms Niggas be sniffin like vacuums I Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled I had Nike Delta Forces with them clear capsules 5 for 40, crackheads like "I only buy from Cory" |
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[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know? [Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy Batteries not included in my music Or holding up my spinal cord Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, though My chain got the icy glow B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real [Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Snotty nose, nappy afro Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out On an Island where P.C. was a gay house Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo [Chorus x2] [Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word) From rappin' in the 'hood To promising careers It's all good The rap game is new to me The crack game - true to me(my life) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws [Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**kin' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez [Chorus x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds, you can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that? |
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