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Cormega - Verbal Graffiti lyrics
I'm like a panther in the dark Silent when I strike the paper Like a dagger in your heart When I write I leave a mark I seen a NARC before they even bark Told son "leave the block" Get that money upstairs In case the 'covers see it's marked Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me My enemies die in the street if my heat is empty Coindentally The same fate was meant for me My AK's my lawyer When it's on, it represent for me Vacate the sentence Case acquitted when your face get splitted I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment Take a hit of this, Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw My rhyme is on consignment Just in case you wanted more Lyrics are furious I reign imperious Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious Streets personify me Like heat I keep beside me Either I be, the most underrated lyrical Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest Where I'm from A fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?) Dealers scatter when D's or Y come R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling Sometimes it's hard for me to write, Son, the streets calling Patience is a virtue Temptation will hurt you And sentence to a bid Your fake friends will desert you Til' you're assed out Screaming life's a bitch that burnt you I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this Look in my eyes, stare at the realness I was corrupted by drug supply Fly kicks, and buckin' nines Looking up at the skies Thinking I'm too young to die Thoughts are conquering Though we were taught not to since Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven No man can harm you An army of angels with true love is there to guard you Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother The deep shit Three bricks remain uncut But the industry didn't want me in They try to condemn me Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me Yet a thug nigga rise People are snakes, and justice is blind My jury is my gun at my side Son I write with the trifeness Engraved in Tyson Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless The realness Some try to conceal this Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness I'm a key You three grams with cut in it If you want it I don't give a fuck, nigga Rapper slash Drug dealer Slash I bust my gun, nigga Slash your face with a rug, nigga What's the meaning (echoes 9x) |
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