Get Out My Way

Cormega

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    [Verse 1]
    Even though mad niggas hate it
    I remain the most anticipated
    those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds
    and salute the realness, 'cause mad niggas fake it
    when I peel hit the floor
    I conceal bricks so raw
    I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen
    I saw and conquered
    when it's on and poppin' my Dogs are barkin'
    to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico
    some suggest they're equal
    lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle
    mentally I measure Kilos
    physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
    the crowned Prince
    my underground shit you don't fuck around wit'
    I move pies and fire loud shit
    I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
    where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
    pump that Mobb Deep
    that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me
    I'm sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated
    last rapper to test me I humiliated
    and for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob
    when I move I leave a dent in the pavement
    my name ring in jail and not for givin' no statement
    that type of foulness consider it flagrant
    O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons
    I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit
    life's a bitch, I'ma take her on an expensive vacation
    if it's on I'm the Reaper with the glistenin' bracelet
    sleepers awakened
    screamin' like they seen Satan
    word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love
    a fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on
    huh?!

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    Get out my way, gimmie mine or I'ma take whats yours
    make love war, spray up doors
    Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
    wit' the heat pickin' weight up raw
    Get out my way, stop screamin' what set you rep if you don't come around
    the way no more
    Get out my way, who want what, say no more
    Matter fact that chain off Dog.

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    [Verse 2]
    I gave niggas enough time - to front
    I'm a beast on the street like crushed white
    you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me
    I'm the phantom in your concience
    the shadow in the darkness
    savage when I write, I'm heartless
    I'm iller than you, realer than you
    still with more Killers than you
    it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
    don't front on me, you didn't have cash before me
    I'm the essence
    you don't gotta like it, respect it
    like the ice on my necklace
    and the fact I'm supplyin' connections
    if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd
    assume my position
    I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money
    causin' blind rage with the Twenties
    y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence
    we out before the Narcs get on us
    my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie
    I'm dealin' wit' pies, all feelings aside
    my enemies kneel when I rise
    the realness in my eyes
    from blood, sweat, and tears I cried
    I got friends who died before they got to see me shine
    how dare you compare your weak CD to mine
    or think you could see me with rhymes
    easily I'm, nicer than you and all your peoples combined.

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