歌手:Cormega
专辑:《Raw Forever》

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 currency is marked
Be the man who plot against me, God forgive me
My enemies die in the street and my heat is empty
Coincidentally 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 ****** face predicaments
Where 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
****** ain't ****in' 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 ***** who gun be blazin' in the projects
A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest
Where I'm from
A fiend is selling heaters for five jungs
Dealers scatter when D's or Y come
R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young
And ****** either dream of b-ballin', or to be ballin'
Sometimes it's hard for me to write, son, the streets callin'
Patience is a virtue, temptation will hurt you
And sentence you to a bid, your fake friends will desert you
Til' you're assed out, screamin' life's a ***** that burnt you
I don't expect a fake ***** 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 thinkin' I'm too young to die
Thoughts are conquering, though we were taught not to sin
Supreme Court and death got a ***** 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 ****
Three bricks remain uncovered the industry didn't want me in
And they try to condemn me
Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me
Yet a thug ***** 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, ****** 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 ****, *****
Rapper slash drug dealer, slash I bust my gun, *****
Slash your face with a rug, *****, what's the meanin'?