Therapy Lyrics - Cormega

To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize 

With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine 

I design like a composer 

Blow you like a soldier 

Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure 

Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater 

MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure 

Crimes I design remove stress 

Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep 

My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be 

If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me 

Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies 

Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy 

I got to be laid back, empower property 

Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees 

Quite possibly I might even chop a ki 

'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me 

Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me 

See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey 

So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines 

sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines 

There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me 

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease 

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I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed, 

Dimes leave keys to they apartment 

I snipe mc's like a marksman 

Heat of a arson 

And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic 

Seize like the narcsters 

When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils 

You seek enlightment you can be my disciple 

Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo 

Stressed out because case supreme might indict you 

I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles 

Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows 

A man child command crowds in smooth apparel 

Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh 

My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow 

My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted 

Every housin' projects I've repped the realness 

Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers 

I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days 

I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved 

Like a gemstar inside a plate 

I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day 

If Crime don't pay 

My currency's defined off the rhymes I say 

I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination 

I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration 

My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason 

'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature 

I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze 

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease 

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