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Built For This Lyrics - Singles - Cormega

It's time to separate the rookies from vets 

Pussies from threats, truth and 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 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 you, I kinda knew you was weak 

I can see how cowards do 

I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant 

My essence is getting money, my oral life, Lexus 

On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude 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 in the presence of snakes 

When & where and time I'm measuring weight 

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

I realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya life 

Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelent 

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 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 see it in ya eyes 

I spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalized 

The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize 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 

 

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