Get Out My Way Lyrics - Cormega

(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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(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. 

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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. 

Chorus