Poetry

Cormega

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    A nigga named Nas think he live like me
    Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds might be
    Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch
    Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick
    Whens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
    Speak to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to Wiz
    Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge
    You a hossa, a greedy pig
    Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big
    Jay let Bleek and 'em live
    Nore got Capone comfortable
    All ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with you
    Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
    Look at my crew we all got whips

    Nasty Nas all ya life you praised me
    Your daughter might be Jay Z's
    Illmatic was real cause you was tryin' to portray me
    Matter of fact, time for Sony to pay me
    For "Life's a bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me"
    "Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me
    I shoulda kept the rhymes for me
    Fuck it now the whole world know
    Who coward ass Nas tryin to be
    You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya weed
    Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the street
    You shoulda kept it real wit Nature
    Steve Stoute taught you how to deal wit paper
    Kings lose crowns, and kingdoms fall
    When ya queen moves foul, obviously she's
    Jay Z's boo now, what should he do now?

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    Off the throne when the fours get blown
    Lake can't save you, Lord is just fold
    Big's last words was "You lost it homes"
    You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yo
    When he got shot, you was too soft to roll
    Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac
    Nah you a fake Pac
    I get down and take blocks
    You bend down and take cock
    Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
    My niggas'll find you drippin
    You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches
    I got shot ain't no denying I did
    But I was sendin' fire at niggas
    What the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!!
    Poetry

    Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are over
    Halftime expired, the game is over
    It ain't hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
    Life's A Bitch and so are you
    I Am, a nightmare to Street Dreams
    My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak team
    Take a trip down Memory Lane
    Niggas had ya ride in flames
    You didn't represent nigga you cried in pain
    If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain?
    If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there
    My niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowards
    If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power
    You better watch them niggas, thats close to you
    Or I'ma pop them niggas
    If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigga
    It Was Written, you think you a thug
    You rule the world, I'ma take it in blood
    You a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas rap
    I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are wack
    One time for the mind, I'ma make you bow
    And I'll prove who's the illest, so hate me now

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