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Cormega - Get Out My Way

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[Verse 1]
Even though mad niggas hate it
I remain the most anticipated
those glad a nigga made it bast 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 food, my 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 wit`
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.G. and 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 flagrant
O.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 on
huh?!

[Chorus]
Get out my way, gimmie mine or I`ma take whats yours
make love war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
wit` the heat pickin` weight up raw
Get 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 fact that chain off Dog.

[Verse 2]
I 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 concience
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 me
I`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 lie
I`m dealin` wit` 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.

Chorus

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