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Cormega

Verbal Graffiti

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573 3 часа назад

Текст песни Cormega - Verbal Graffiti

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I`m like a panther in the darkSilent when I strike the paperLike a dagger in your heartWhen I write I leave a markI seen a NARC before they even barkTold son "leave the block"Get that money upstairsIn case the `covers see it`s markedBeat a man who plot against me, God forgive meMy enemies die in the street if my heat is emptyCoindentallyThe same fate was meant for meMy AK`s my lawyerWhen it`s on, it represent for meVacate the sentenceCase acquitted when your face get splittedI stay spittin` with grace, chain glistenin`Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicamentsBut we could either live, die, or face imprisonmentTake a hit of this,Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jawMy rhyme is on consignmentJust in case you wanted moreLyrics are furiousI reign imperiousNiggas ain`t fuckin` with me son, I`m dead seriousStreets personify meLike heat I keep beside meEither I be, the most underrated lyricalDrug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projectsA prosperous drug block is subject to conquestWhere I`m fromA fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?)Dealers scatter when D`s or Y comeR.I.P. is written on walls for people who die youngAnd niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be ballingSometimes it`s hard for me to write,Son, the streets callingPatience is a virtueTemptation will hurt youAnd sentence to a bidYour fake friends will desert youTil` you`re assed outScreaming life`s a bitch that burnt youI don`t expect a fake nigga to feel thisLook in my eyes, stare at the realnessI was corrupted by drug supplyFly kicks, and buckin` ninesLooking up at the skiesThinking I`m too young to dieThoughts are conqueringThough we were taught not to sinceSupreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friendsMy pen`s immortal like Mommy in heavenNo man can harm youAn army of angels with true love is there to guard youTell my dog Blue, I love him like a brotherThe deep shitThree bricks remain uncutBut the industry didn`t want me inThey try to condemn meSprewell of rap, they even try to suspend meYet a thug nigga risePeople are snakes, and justice is blindMy jury is my gun at my sideSon I write with the trifenessEngraved in TysonCurse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifelessThe realnessSome try to conceal thisDespite that fact, niggas can`t match my lyrical illnessI`m a keyYou three grams with cut in itIf you want itI don`t give a fuck, niggaRapper slash Drug dealerSlash I bust my gun, niggaSlash your face with a rug, niggaWhat`s the meaning (echoes 9x)

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