Cormega

Cormega - Get Out My Way lyrics

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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(a) 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?!

[Chorus]

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.

[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 (shorty), 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.

Chorus

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