God or Gunz, hard decision to make, i could just get knocked walkin on the streets..
it aint hard to vision my fate, I could stay couped up behind bars till the Prisoners break..
But, for lyrical sake, I speak in poetic terms leaving marks, severe from my shit..
I stay injectin words into your lyrical gift, My life with sacrifices, material women,
diamonds, mack 10's and cerial killins, moving up the escalator towards imperial livin..
You nothing but a G in the mist, too scared to taste the swing of a fist..
I bet most of yall wont last to see the abyss, so I say Peace, Like Rakim on A Mic..
and there aint nothing I can't spit on a Mic, I still live the criminal life..
I'm introspective, with a exceptional ability, conceal ya heat, next stop
correctional facilities, I still rock for them, Killin verbs of all the tenses..
rockin Audiences from St.Paul's to Texas, I'm still kickin asses..
So hot, I'll make ya blood drip ashes, my world tiltin on a different axis..
Coincide with those that ride till theres nothin left, and they bound for a bloody death..
I run in sets, the world still spinnin, but let me put my thoughts in depth..
Till ya lost ya breath, all yall loving life but on top ya only thoughts is death..
i was jus babblin its just a lil freestyle
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I'll kill u dawg, lyrically or with tha ber-etta. its wut-eva//
cuz u kno i squeeze arms like I'm checkin my blood pressure//
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
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cuz u kno i squeeze arms like I'm checkin my blood pressure//
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
-Cormega-Verbal Graffiti
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