(Cormega) I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin her life Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight I will always be Cory, youngest child of Dorothy My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity I slung the E, held my first heat with curiousity Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr. I became a criminal when few though I wasn't My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice And with the ??? The quarters not working I question my purpose in life It must be to write, son I'm very determined I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen I pitch like Randy Johnson Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson Before rap my name was ringing in the projects We took the block and props of every gram cooked The rap game a change gon' come like Sam Cook And Big didn't give the crown up and this means his unwilling departure still makes him king Cor-mega, will forever still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will My life is very real a tribeam couldn't measure my skill or +True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, I'm right here...
I'm like a panther in the dark Silent when I strike the paper Like a dagger in your heart When I write I leave a mark I seen a NARC before they even bark Told son "leave the block" Get that money upstairs In case the 'covers see it's marked Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me My enemies die in the street if my heat is empty Coindentally The same fate was meant for me My AK's my lawyer When it's on, it represent for me Vacate the sentence Case acquitted when your face get splitted I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment Take a hit of this, Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw My rhyme is on consignment Just in case you wanted more Lyrics are furious I reign imperious Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious Streets personify me Like heat I keep beside me Either I be, the most underrated lyrical Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest Where I'm from A fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?) Dealers scatter when D's or Y come R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling Sometimes it's hard for me to write, Son, the streets calling Patience is a virtue Temptation will hurt you And sentence to a bid Your fake friends will desert you Til' you're assed out Screaming life's a bitch that burnt you I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this Look in my eyes, stare at the realness
I was corrupted by drug supply Fly kicks, and buckin' nines Looking up at the skies Thinking I'm too young to die Thoughts are conquering Though we were taught not to since Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven No man can harm you An army of angels with true love is there to guard you Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother The deep shit Three bricks remain uncut But the industry didn't want me in They try to condemn me Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me Yet a thug nigga rise People are snakes, and justice is blind My jury is my gun at my side Son I write with the trifeness Engraved in Tyson Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless The realness Some try to conceal this Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness I'm a key You three grams with cut in it If you want it I don't give a fuck, nigga Rapper slash Drug dealer Slash I bust my gun, nigga Slash your face with a rug, nigga What's the meaning (echoes 9x)
(Verse One) Your son's stressin' you out When he was home, he showed no respect for ya house Now he locked up, callin' collect and you about To put a block on your phone, Til he says you're the only one helpin' him out He said his friends ain't there for him He wished he'd listened when you said they don't care for him Every night, before you sleep you say a pray for him You even blame yourself cause you couldn't pay bail for him You raised him the best you could He respect you more now cause you're his best friend in the hood He said he love you and he sorry for the trouble he cause you And it isn't because of you he in there So Live Ya Life...
Chorus: (Singing) This Life, Oh this life I promise to keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on strugglin' I'm gonn do it right So there won't have to be no troubles in my life
(Verse Two) You single and strugglin', sleepin' with dudes Get no feelings involved, they trickin' on you You think you gettin ova, as time flies you gettin olda You waking up with nobody to hold ya You're like bad dope, nobody want you Haunted by your past ghosts, they used to run through Changin' is your last hope, but do you want to? Are you still sensual prey when dealers come through? Is your respect worth losin' for the next man's wealth? Look in the mirror, stare at yourself Everything you do in darkness will come to the light Stop fighting your conscience and Live Ya Life...
(Chorus)
(Verse Three) You had an addiction It was so clear Child welfare came into your home and apprehended your children Now you faced with a decision What ya love more : simulation or your children? The Choice is yours, In the presence of evil you started sniffin', Boy you was scared of them needles Your man died from sharin' with people You know that dope good if you said "it's diesel" Now you staring at your kids room, but it don't seem true It's sunny outside but it don't seem blue You got kids who need you What you gonna do? The only way you gonna make things right - Is to get yourself together and Live Ya Life...
(Chorus) - repeat 2X
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on strugglin' (4X)
Out there, (out there, out there) In the street you know, (in the street you know) I'm strugglin', (strugglin') Trying to survive...
(Verse 1) People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared Been through so many struggles only to persevere Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear Now was it worth my trouble? It was my first career The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs I met men in penitentiaries Who been down so long they barely miss the street If you real hold your own son, lay your law My inner visions are revealed so I say no more My man said it ain't a game so I play no more Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law Fuck that, If you touch crack save up, your story Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me D's wanted to apprehend me If I affected your life in any way trife When I was doing crime forgive me
(Chorus X2)
(Verse 2) Exquisitely I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life When all else fails some people seek Jesus Christ Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe And be back inside the same cell they left It's sort of like hell or death Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society Solutions are real, problems are in varieties I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave Mega, thug for ever My departure from drugs could never Sever what I learned, or respect I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own Known for blastin' my chrome And have on my own Niggas fradulent, I wish there was a law against The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist When I was young I used to, huslte for Jordan kicks As I matured I did it for a brick Be cautionious the price is up and down like the New York Knicks I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus...
(Cormega) Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love squellers thats me You have the audacity to talk like you real Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered But you dying a slow death denying you told yet The truth came to light you a fake nigga You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga Fuck your life I hate the side of your face nigga Only a fake nigga would respect you You went against the cause and signed papers The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me ?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand I guess thats the way it was planned
(Hook) (Cormega) There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it You had respect around the way and you lost it If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live? Nigga you get no love
(Cormega) Death before dishonor You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail I get you hit up in the shower I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride I'm the turth, you living a lie You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa? I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga And think the streets don't know Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness And knowing ya names associated with snitches You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact you a stool pigeon Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga
(Hook)
(Cormega) Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable I once admired you, you rap bastard Ain't no need to explain you not my man Everytime you give me five I wash my hands What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks I move in three days not including the grindin What polluted ya mind was it alluded time my words are exulted yours ruin lives You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine All my doggs doing time, no before I side with the law I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence BITCH!
It was eighty-five Queensbridge was crazy live Smitty was an icon His son had and MB5 Shan was the man on the rap tip Marley on the beats, Big Wag on the crack tip Shit was sweet, Trent was a fly nigga John Boi a live nigga Treach hung with Ugi, you my heart til I die nigga Herb was a trouble maker RK a money maker Cant forget Wee-Wop he was the illest ball player 86 was when the Bridge stuck together The era of crack vails and dapadamn leathers Karena was a funny nigga Fat Boy a hungry nigga Wells from the 40 busters was a get money nigga When Tyrone died we cried with Thomas Smash had the accident that shocked the projects Then The Bridge dropped, KRS got on the bandwagon And did Shan but it was good for hip hop And 87 hot day mixtapes was bangin Anita Baker sang while we were slangin Doing our thing hangin on corners With Roach that was enourmous Big Butter was reppin, Dime had the tournaments Rodney was a flashy nigga Prince Wally had heat, Mark Allen used to physically smash niggas Cant forget Yammy with the skill and hand speed That also it the year we first seen blue vandeeds Fun and World was gettin it big time And nigga World was the first nigga I seen wit a five 88 was ill, John Hov got killed In the summer time niggas parked their rides on the hill Droughs was a fighter, Spunk was a cash getter Up was mad skinny but not afraid to blast niggas Dont even ask about a Queensbridge jam kid The music was loud and secluded the blastin Im from 40-15 like Horse and Douler Alley Joe Mar and Troy the future Jungle to Wattson fishin the Austins Puertorican one on the fifth floor snortin Cant forget Kool Chip Hays and Bo Spud Black Jay E Flam Mayo Wallace Snake Hi-C Starby Gram Wiz Crazy Barry and his brother Robby A year later we was duckin from Bobby On the Ave it was Crazy Smalls Black and Party Kenyon Lisa Inga Richie Opps and Howie Suiter and Bar Kim the Foul One the hand and hand king
(Verse 1) When I came home from jail we was brothers Your beef was my beef Remeber that time with Butta on your video set When he was talkin' bout shootin' If you don't pay him, then I got into it Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand You said you didn't want it, then you started acting funny It started with the cover of YSB A picture of The Firm, everyone except me Then my voice disappeared off La Familia That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real love I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real I was never jealous of you In fact I was proud of you I smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque" I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you
(Chorus) Love in, Love out Nowaways is no honor, only drama Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets What's deep is, I had love for you But due to situations, I can't fuck with you Trust is a luxury I can't afford Betrayal's something that I can't ignore
(Verse 2) My love is real Some earn it, some are unworthy Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself I'm free from the burden of extending my hand To my man's that don't deserve it I only trust fam When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me You should be happy now that I'm doing me Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed? You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake I'm living my dream, live yours I gave sweat and tears You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh) You so jealous your emotions make you careless I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring At your last I hear you scheemin' I'm reading you your last right Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' it Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist
(Cormega) Ain't too many, as true as us Prestidge elluded us, 'til recently Yo son I still be, in the streets Was raised me, and taught me, morals engraved in me I treasure all those who stayed with me Trials and tribulations some assumed I was through I seen smiles on niggas faces, now I'm smilin too At the hawaiin view, they say that I'm the truth Life's a bitch I hope I seduce Look in my eyes you see a childish youth Who grew up in a drug spot, and blew my first shot on the roof My movement's like the automatic top on a coupe Smoothness, like Allen Houston got when he shoots I'm consumed with, the essence of the street I'm destined to be, on a level I've yet to see Son I had 'em so comfortable they slept on me Like the draft did McGrady, this rap shit is crazy
(Large Pro) Aiyyo, give me a beatbox, you'll heal my soul Watch me get down for my platinum and gold And keep a fire arm kept Most definately rep, everyday I see sun up So don't you sweat When the chips was down We didn't run we stayed around Now all y'all niggas know what's happenin now It's the come up, the rise of the genuine type That'll just cut through like against suge knight Leavin cuts, bruises, scrapes, scratches and scars Spent a straight decade rappin in bars With oc', but I seldomly flow with the flock Hear the game, make one grain grow into a crop Like farmers, I promise This be large Ain't they're ain't near a nigga who could disregard The science that I drop, cause it's on the world Every man, woman, child, each boy and girl
(Large Pro, talking) Yeah mega, you that nigga, don't even worry 'bout it I remember we was doin this show For uncle Ralph Mcdaniels, with nas I watched you come up Now it's your time to skyrocket And flourish on these niggas
It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth and lies Supplies from dealers and death Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming My destiny to rep these streets I'M BUILT FOR THIS The will is too strong Feel this numb from dealing too long Its real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious Like a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean My pen it ghost people, like dope needles When I rhyme theres no equal The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethal Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me I'M BUILT FOR THIS In the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty 30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live I concord you, I kinda knew you was weak I can see how cowards do I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant My essence is getting money, my oral life, Lexus On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude the perfection Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki Or a dyme satisfy my every need I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me Some smile at my face, yet they still against me I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste Or compisate in the presence of snakes When & where and time I'm measuring weight You destine to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct I realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya life Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelent M - for the man E - executioner G - get money A - all my niggas movin up I'M BUILT FOR THIS For real its in me, like R. K ill make you feel the big heat The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streets To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow You cant replace me I live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I see it in ya eyes I spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalized The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize the trife life I rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise mics Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth
I hope this ain't a bad time, did I wake you? I've been meaning to talk to you, come over Take a walk with you, if you don't mind I think its time I share thoughts with you I thought you knew my feelings, I'm making sure you do I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing you was here We could just talk, while I run my fingers through your hair I'm feeling your style, your conversation, your smile I've been patient a while, there's no escaping denial The waste of time, we could be spending You told me I'm different, from the rest And you don't even, understand why you wit him If you love him, stay wit him, if not, don't play wit him Cause feelings run deep, my emotions make niggas Do things they might regret, I don't wanna bang wit him Over you, I suppose you knew He ain't a killer So imma let you go, think about it let me know
Sometimes I wish I never met you yo...
When I met you, I didn't sweat you Eye contact was kinda real You kept it concealed, your man was with you You see my style you realize I'm official I was a face you've never seen, with a grace of a king I was me, and my man, Fly Tai in Fort Green My people recognize you, and said you only moved with live dudes And you don't let it run up inside you, time flew We started kicking it, I'm feeling you, we intimate And I ain't trying to let nothing interfere wit this Its real what I feel, but its quite complex When you leave me, you with him No I'm stressed You told me he hit you I went for my pistol, loaded with missiles You said "No boo, you making it a whole different issue" I left it alone, you kissed me Got dressed and went home Then when you just saved your man, from getting his frame blown But imma let you go, think about it let me know
Sometimes I wish I never met you yo...
I mean truthfully, you really need to know Usually you say "Cory, I don't wanna let you go" Check it though, I know you want me Yet reality confronts me, you in a situation you know that, I must leave In order for you to grow, try to accept this You say I'm wrong, but in time you'll respect it Your needs are being met, your minds in neglected Its wrong what we doing, if not you would of left him You telling me this is something you don't wanna hear But you the type of woman that I don't wanna share, you rare Imma always be here, if you need me, call me never think I don't care (echoes: don't care 6x)
(Cormega) Everybody who shake your hand Ain't your man Its real, if you sleep you better wake up man Don't be a fool, learn the rules Put your faith in your hands Or be stunned when you see your son Hanging your ass I mean you thought that nigga was real He intended to squeal day one DA's said he's willing to deal Never let your friends know How your pistol blow How you get your dough About the crib on the low The code of silence expired long ago Even in Queensbridge, you'll be surprised who's informing yo Once the shit hit the fan, the horns will blow The DA is the conductor for the chorus yo The symphony ain't complete till the curtains close And you upstate thinking you deserve parole Now you vexed cause your man won't accept your calls I speak valuable lessons so check this yo
(Hook) Keep your friends close, enemies closer Never sleep on any beef, or get worked to a smoke
(Cormega) Loyalties worth more wealth, in world where people be all for self I got friends who never call me till they want help Then expect me to show love, I don't receive from them It hurts me, cause I will bleed for them Yet is it worth me risking, being free for them? I got a lot more to lose in thought A lot more secluded Yours a lot more polluted What should I do man? Women, flocking my digits like the Blue Van My boy Blue passed, it seems he was one of my true mans Dudes smile in my face with there conspiring ways Betrayal put Christ in the grave Niggas, unrighteous ways You up, they wanna stop you Down, they talk about you Even your friends will rob you You think I'm lying? Ask Rich Porter mom duke Shit is real Gimmie a bit a favour, of a friend who won't snake you Coke that don't lose grams, and I'm cool man I was quarterback in the pack, despite D from the Blue Van Just me and a few mans, setting screens, reppin Queens Whoever thought that this will be Cory's destiny?
(Hook) Keep your friends close, enemies closer Never sleep on any beef, or get worked to a smoke
(Verse 1) Dress don't impress me (uh) Ain't no love, your death won't affect me How dare you? Think I fear you Or won't retaliate, Nigga, bring it to me I strike immediately I see the envy, you lust what I posses Guns at my address await you You slept, Im'a erase you I don't hate you I never gave you a reason, but fuck it: BRING IT! You wanna, put my life in your hands like dice I got money in the bank, you ain't stop Your jealousy may stop, appear more clear Strategy's more severe I'm in your mind so much you see me in your mirror I crush you and won't hesitate to buck you Can't rock me to sleep, I don't trust you I'm not prey, Im'a fuck a predator Im'a still be here while you're dead and gone...
(Chorus)
These animals wild life Niggas wanna challenge me Snake mothafuckas with guerrilla mentality These cats be spineless, to alkaline batteries Enter the picture, and switch up anatomies
(Verse 2) You must've forgot, I got guns too And son too will take your miserable life, from you What the fuck you think If sleeping is a weakness Amongst the illest, I hung with killers, Slung with dealers, my gun the illest In the projects, the fully automated sterling Will make your world end So fast and shatter like a coke glass with too much heat Too much beef is hard to digest (uh) You can't defy death (what) Your man can die next when I press the trigger Direct shots will hit you fatally, I play for keeps stay away from me, we not peoples, we not equal When its on, ends: there's not a sequel! Life will leave you when I squeeze, duke I know rage is blind but Im'a see you It's only right, apologies to your only kin and lonley wife Cus you ain't coming home tonight (uh)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) Nothing sweeter than revenge The vengeance is splendid, your body extended White chalk and forensics I'm... prepared, never scared You the least of my fears My niggas shed blood, your niggas shed tears I'm like a soldier, your life is over Im'a strike like a cobra and smile like the joker You a statistic, your shit all twisted I, unleash the beast without three sixes Wish we could've fixed it Now, I'm staring at your muralized picture Streets cried with you but the beef died with you You wanted war? I complied with cha I got to choose now I'm the prince of the street for laying you down I reign supreme, niggas never should've never came for me It's over la, close your eyes, When you die its on the rise You got sent to God's kingdom For opposing mines! (Gun cocks, then fires)
To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine I design like a composer Blow you like a soldier Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure Crimes I design remove stress Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy I got to be laid back, empower property Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees Quite possibly I might even chop a ki 'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic
I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed, Dimes leave keys to they apartment I snipe mc's like a marksman Heat of a arson And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic Seize like the narcsters When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils You seek enlightment you can be my disciple Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo Stressed out because case supreme might indict you I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows A man child command crowds in smooth apparel Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted Every housin' projects I've repped the realness Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved Like a gemstar inside a plate I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day If Crime don't pay My currency's defined off the rhymes I say I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason 'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)