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Cormega - Introspective

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[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...

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