Cormega - Extreme Wit 16 lyrics

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Cormega - Extreme Wit 16 lyrics

[Cormega] I'm extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source When beef starting, n***as know my sh**'ll blow holes in Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony I paint a portrait, your picture ain't complete, you talk sh** I talk d**, money and four fifths I spit the real, n***as feel you got something to prove Chill, I don't got nothing to lose, for real I crush you Like a gram in the hand of a n***a who sniff coke I conquer you, and be held responsible n***as call me Kasha, cause I fake my own d**h And cause I ain't seen a, like I couldn't take yet n***a, I ain't meter, how I couldn't shake yet f** the watch, did you see my bracelet n***as, talk ki's, but ain't seen an eighth yet, and My coke is sh**, you don't need a taste test Bragging bout your vest, means you want your face wet My lawyer so good, I beat him in a raiment, n***a f** what you heard, this is what you hearing I talk the real sh**, n***as disappearing Interfering with a n***a like me Could get your black a** pushed to the white meat I talk about 16 bars, of 16 scars to deal with Either way you gonna feel it When I spit the real sh**, for n***as hustling, bubbling, struggling b**hes with the big p**y, smuggling coke, motherf**ers is joke What block you used to pump on? Umm.. I heavily dispute that, never seen you shoot back Never seen you bring loot back And n***as need to chill, that's word to Ill Will Y'all n***as ain't real, ya don't know the meaning I'm to real, too ill, too strategic I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die Like Dutsy, Big L, and Suicide Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know My n***a J.S.P., rest in peace You n***as ain't ill like me, you n***as ain't real like me Fall apart, no heart, you ain't built like me, what the deal I spray well, ask my n***a KL I'm a far rock general, the mineral was c**aine I sell I reign well, n***as know the deal You might reign in hell f**ing with me I'm buggin' strictly, straight for the dome That's the realist sh** you ever heard Straight off the dome, what n***as know my flow is unstoppable Mega Montana is popping you, uh Ice to B.I.B. channel high, madd fly Freestyling, they say that n***a be whilin' Ice to B and Edgmere, with my n***as on the daily Bases, chillin, you just can't erase it The villain, of The Firm, they just couldn't replace it I'm.. unreplaceable, I'm.. undisgraceble, I'm.. unmistakably The nicest that you'll ever see, Mega be heavily, cleverly Indeed, I can't stop, won't stop, won't ever stop When Mega drops get his sh**, and go on I flow on, like a proton, missile, my sh**s official So what the f** you n***as wanna do? I could go on for days, or flow afraid, shoot It's just poetry, n***as know its me Home after three, n***as s**ing me, like Bon Appetite n***as ducking like its homes after me, uh So call friends who have no cash for me, uh f** y'all n***as, y'all all a** to me If Mobb Deep was here, I would pa** to P, and Talk about me, is pure blasphemy I leave the alligators to the players, and I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor, and You under pressure, like you see my n***a Jada Yo, I'm outta here n***a, catch y'all n***as later, I'm out (what)