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Get Out My Way
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Cormega
жанры: rap
альбомы: The Realness
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Even though mad niggas hate it, I remain the most anticipated Those glad a nigga made it, blast your nickel-plateds And salute the realness 'cause mad niggas fake it When I peel hit the floor, I conceal bricks so raw I got the sickest six-four you ever seen, I saw and conquered When it's on and poppin' my dogs are barkin' to eat foodMy enemies feel heat like Purico, some suggest they're equal lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle, mentally I measure kilos Physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal The crowned Prince, my underground shit, you don't fuck around with I move pies and fire loud shit, I'm in the tunnel with the crowd Nigga fuck V.I.P, where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.GAnd Queens feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep That Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me, I'm sorry Legal hustle, Infamous affiliated, last rapper to test me, I humiliated And for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob When I move, I leave a dent in the pavement, my name ring in jail And not for givin' no statement, that type of foulness consider it flagrantO.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit, life's a bitch I'ma take her on an expensive vacation, if it's on I'm the Reaper With the glistenin' bracelet, sleepers awakened, screamin' like They seen Satan, word to Christ, I need paper, keep the fake love A fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised onGet out my way, gimme mine or I'ma take what's yours Make love war, spray up doors Get out my way, you industry, we in the street With the heat pickin' weight up rawGet out my way, stop screamin', what set you rep If you don't come around the way no more Get out my way, who want what? Say no more Matter of fact, take that chain off dogI gave niggas enough time to front, I'm a beast on the street Like crushed white, you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me I'm the phantom in your conscience, the shadow in the darkness Savage when I write, I'm heartless, I'm iller than you, realer than you Still with more killers than you, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory Don't front on me, you didn't have cash before meI'm the essence, you don't gotta like it, respect it like the ice On my necklace and the fact I'm supplyin' connections if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd assume my position I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money causin blind rage with the Twenties Y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence, we out before the Narcs Get on us, my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lieI'm dealin' with pies, all feelings aside, my enemies kneel when I rise The realness in my eyes, from blood, sweat and tears, I cried I got friends who died before they got to see me shine How dare you compare your weak CD to mine Or think you could see me with rhymes easily I'm nicer than you and all your peoples combined, yeahGet out my way, gimme mine or I'ma take what's yours Make love war, spray up doors Get out my way, you industry, we in the street With the heat pickin' weight up rawGet out my way, stop screamin', what set you rep If you don't come around the way no more Get out my way, who want what? Say no more Matter of fact, take that chain off dog
Это интересно:Ребенок улиц. Дилер. Осужденный. Cormega. Рожденный в желудке чудовища по имени Queensbridge, этот лирик-изгой с языками пламени в руках открыл свои глаза, чтобы надуть мир, который в противном случае погубил бы его. На его спокойном голосе отразилась черствость и жестокость жизни, а задумчивая манера исполнения заставляет понять больше, чем было сказано. Кормега, он же Кори МакКой, потерял свое... продолжение
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