Cormega - Built for This lyrics

rate me

It's time to separate the rookies from vets

Pussies from threats, truth and(from) lies

Supplies from dealers and death

Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless

Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming

My destiny to rep these streets

I'M BUILT FOR THIS

The will is too strong

Feel this(feelings) numb from dealing too long

Its real count ya friends when you on

My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable

I feel the tension growing

You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love

Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice

I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious

Like a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean

My pen it ghost people, like dope needles

When I rhyme theres no equal

The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethal

Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me

Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me

I'M BUILT FOR THIS

In the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty

30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live

I concord(conquered) you, I kinda knew you was weak

I can see how cowards do

I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant(expectance)

My essence is getting money, my oral life(my aura like) Lexus

On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude(pursue) the perfection

Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what

I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki

Or a dyme satisfy my every need

I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me

Some smile at my face, yet they still against me

I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste

Or compisate(conversate) in the presence of snakes

When & where and time I'm measuring weight

You destine(d) to think or(yo) where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct

I realized that when burring spank(buried Spank), the real will parish(perish) ya life

Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is ex(c)elent

M - for the man

E - executioner

G - get money

A - all my niggas movin up

I'M BUILT FOR THIS

For real its in me, like R. K ill(R. Kell', I) make you feel the big heat

The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streets

To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow

You cant replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I (I can) see it in ya eyes

I spit nines, weight(weigh) coke on scales thats digitalized

The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize(epitomize) the trife life

I rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise mics

Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out

Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out

I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth