[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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