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Cormega - Built for This lyrics
It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth and lies Supplies from dealers and death Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming My destiny to rep these streets I'M BUILT FOR THIS The will is too strong Feel this numb from dealing too long Its real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious Like a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean My pen it ghost people, like dope needles When I rhyme theres no equal The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethal Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me I'M BUILT FOR THIS In the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty 30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live I concord you, I kinda knew you was weak I can see how cowards do I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant My essence is getting money, my oral life, Lexus On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude the perfection Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki Or a dyme satisfy my every need I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me Some smile at my face, yet they still against me I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste Or compisate in the presence of snakes When & where and time I'm measuring weight You destine to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct I realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya life Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelent M - for the man E - executioner G - get money A - all my niggas movin up I'M BUILT FOR THIS For real its in me, like R. K ill make you feel the big heat The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streets To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow You cant replace me I live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I see it in ya eyes I spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalized The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize the trife life I rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise mics Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth |
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