[Cormega]
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I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin new life
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Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight
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I will always be Cory, youngest child of Dorothy
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My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
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I slung to eat, held my first heat with curiousity
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Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me
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I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas
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To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr.
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I became a criminal when few though I wasn't
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My shot wounds, my birthmarks
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a thug injustice
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Aint with the Yanks
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The quarters not working I question my purpose in life
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It must be to write, son I'm very determined
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I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman
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Breed not molded, the chosen upholding
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unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin
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but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin
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This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen
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I pitch like Randy Johnson
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Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson
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Before rap my name was ringing in the projects
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We took the block and props off every gram cooked rap game
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and change gon' come like Sam Cook
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And Big didn't give the crown up and this means
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his unwilling departure still makes him king
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Cor-Mega, RAW forever, still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will
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My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
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The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, I'm right here...
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Introspective
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Cormega |