Verbal Graffiti Lyrics - Cormega

I'm like a panther in the dark 

Silent when I strike the paper 

Like a dagger in your heart 

When I write I leave a mark 

I seen a NARC before they even bark 

Told son "leave the block" 

Get that money upstairs 

In case the 'covers see it's marked 

Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me 

My enemies die in the street if my heat is empty 

Coindentally 

The same fate was meant for me 

My AK's my lawyer 

When it's on, it represent for me 

Vacate the sentence 

Case acquitted when your face get splitted 

I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' 

Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments 

But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment 

Take a hit of this, 

Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw 

My rhyme is on consignment 

Just in case you wanted more 

Lyrics are furious 

I reign imperious 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious 

Streets personify me 

Like heat I keep beside me 

Either I be, the most underrated lyrical 

Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects 

A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest 

Where I'm from 

A fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?) 

Dealers scatter when D's or Y come 

R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young 

And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling 

Sometimes it's hard for me to write, 

Son, the streets calling 

Patience is a virtue 

Temptation will hurt you 

And sentence to a bid 

Your fake friends will desert you 

Til' you're assed out 

Screaming life's a bitch that burnt you 

I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this 

Look in my eyes, stare at the realness 

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I was corrupted by drug supply 

Fly kicks, and buckin' nines 

Looking up at the skies 

Thinking I'm too young to die 

Thoughts are conquering 

Though we were taught not to since 

Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends 

My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven 

No man can harm you 

An army of angels with true love is there to guard you 

Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother 

The deep shit 

Three bricks remain uncut 

But the industry didn't want me in 

They try to condemn me 

Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me 

Yet a thug nigga rise 

People are snakes, and justice is blind 

My jury is my gun at my side 

Son I write with the trifeness 

Engraved in Tyson 

Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless 

The realness 

Some try to conceal this 

Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness 

I'm a key 

You three grams with cut in it 

If you want it 

I don't give a fuck, nigga 

Rapper slash Drug dealer 

Slash I bust my gun, nigga 

Slash your face with a rug, nigga 

What's the meaning (echoes 9x) 

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