Cormega - Dramatic Entrance Lyrics
Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted..The streets was waitin'here I am, a beast awakenedin a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' braceletsafter years of bein' patientsheddin' tears and beatin' casesI'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!)no more to saywords can't explain like Rich Porters gravethis is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparentthe mind like a Nine automaticgraceful yet capable of causin' damageI'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too realdough or die, either way I do dealsI'm gifted, my only fear is death or prisonwhat other lyricist conveys such sincereness?I been through the ghetto life and drug concealingsfearless, and betrayal with trust is givennow I deal with a few, I don't ***** with niggasit's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' itniggas act like they was sendin' me packageswhen I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friendsthink about it, I don't talk about it, I be about itI get money and I still be in the Projects***** rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardlesseven during the drout I had a Ki in the closetconnects was tellin' me I ain't need a depositthey were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggasI was pitchin', you was catchin' feelingslike D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas41st side, what, we had cracks in the buildingthe 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterlingit was all for the cause except my dogs got carelessI suppose those who ain't like us feared usthe life we chose inspired me to write these poemsI'm takin' mine like the Rikers phoneThe Realness...my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner..pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell..the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega
