Artist: Cormega Album: Let it Go 12" Song: Beautiful Mind Typed by: strangerbd@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitches claiming they live but if you pop em they snitching some wise from the building, the game knowledge of dealers knowing they lack the heart of those who out on the benches I was out in the trenches which enables me to paint such a powerful picture like Apocalypse Now I put my heart in my lyrics, every time I sit down I write, my source of inspiration ain't 3 and a half mics I must have been an mc in my past life presently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm that nice people act like, I don't deserve nothing I got I grew up in the spot my sleep was interrupted by customers knocks some of y'all should just stop the animosity you got for me luck it was not for years we ran the projects like a marathon these catastrophic, my time depth of pride became my own conquest subsequently some are with me others ain't yet, the gun is within me I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me some place judgment against me based on nothing but envy they pray for my downfall like the song by biggie born in the city which never sleeps till rest in peace its carved in stone some starved while others bled to eat rap is my legacy I leave my seed my destiny except I hope she never see the treachery success will bring the trife life and death of kings I'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically never sleep, rest assured mega is dope in its pure form the dealer mc, keeping it real is my protocol fall back I got you hoping off the style- I was working on it the beat is lifeless, till I put my verses on it I reminiscence confinement as I read a kite from my people with secret inditements freedom and trying, contemplating putting streets on the tires dominating this beef with my rhyming as if you need a reminder I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on the wire what other lyricist is known for giving people consignment? I'm eager to find my equal at rhyming I rock, iceberg jeans with the nikes an extremist when rhyming deep as poseidon we lived in violence now I live in a peaceful environment a secret asylum from the streets where people be wiling some blind with fury from seeing my shining like a phoenix arising from the depths showing the reaper defiance