Cormega - Verbal Graffiti Lyrics
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 *****in' 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 ***** 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 *****, niggaRapper slash Drug dealerSlash I bust my gun, niggaSlash your face with a rug, niggaWhat's the meaning (echoes 9x)
