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[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...