- Cormega Introspective 歌词
- Cormega
- I killed her with +
The Realness+ now
I'm bringin new 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 to eat, 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
Aint with the
Yanks 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 Breed not molded, 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 off every gram cooked rap game and 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,
RAW forever, still born in
Bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it,
I'm right here...
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