Cormega - Introspective lyrics
[Cormega - Introspective lyrics]
I killed it with The Realness
Now I'm bringin' new life
Prestige is an illusion people
Tend to lose sight i will always be Corey
Youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
I slung the E
Held my first heat with curiosity
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
Aim with the yanks
The quarters not working I question
My purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
A 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 strength 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 Cooke
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
Now I'm bringin' new life
Prestige is an illusion people
Tend to lose sight i will always be Corey
Youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
I slung the E
Held my first heat with curiosity
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
Aim with the yanks
The quarters not working I question
My purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
A 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 strength 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 Cooke
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