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The seperation between what's fake and what's real
i remeber listening to that album...when i heard this song it blew me away....literally this one song MADE the album a clasic
Cormega-The Realness appreciation thread
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i remeber listening to that album...when i heard this song it blew me away....literally this one song MADE the album a clasic
A classic and 1 of my favourite albums.
Classic dun!!!
The Realness is an album that should definitely be acknowledge or celebrated in some way, it did well for Mega, helped launch a successful independent career.
You gotta be young as hell or a square to say some shyt like this Mega is dumb official
Waterproof
Warrior Lifestyle
I'm more hyped for an Mega album over AZ Doe or Die 2
Oh yeah?
Why he ain't help P when he got snuffed and robbed?
Why he let Tragedy get beat up by Maino and his crew?
Don't act like he don't move questionable
He really was in the zone on this album, some of my favorite quotables:
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutching the gun like fukk it, dun, it's him or me
At your best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the fukk you know about a ki, man?!
You never hustled
Let's get it right, my nikka Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitching in your rhymes, listen
What you're trying to do? Help the guys in blue
Indict duns so that can be another rhyme for you?
You're a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other nikkas' lives in your pad at night
My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gunshots, we're immune to those
Some of my friends' first bids are two to fours
Others on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch sons walk out the door
For the last time 'til they go view at the morgue
Yo, I'm contemplating
My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
Y'all nikkas don't know the art of war
Now you're dying and my gun'll keep bursting 'til your mama's crying
I'm defying your whole crew, y'all nikkas weak
It could be on officially if you had heart
nikka you're overrated, props old, decaying
Not known for spraying, what the fukk you're saying
Your crew fell, you jeal', cause mine's doing it
Yo, quit the jealousy, let's get to felonies
My nikkas selling keys, your nikkas selling dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
Cause, yo, I ain't trying to lose another nikka
And if so, enough blood'll spill to fill a river
I'm like the jackal, when I attack, you die from gat wounds
Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
Life's a bytch, I'm the pimp you owe mad dues to
I proved you weak, you ride dikk to eat
You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
Man, you'd better chill, you could get it for real
nikkas be lying on wax, committing vinyl fraud
Denying the fact they never slung or fired a gat
Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun
Hello, where I'm from is the crime and graffiti and NYPD
Broken glass, .44's, open caskets
Shorty ballers pop shyt when their rock hits the basket
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutching the gun like fukk it, dun, it's him or me
At your best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the fukk you know about a ki, man?!
You never hustled
Let's get it right, my nikka Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitching in your rhymes, listen
What you're trying to do? Help the guys in blue
Indict duns so that can be another rhyme for you?
You're a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other nikkas' lives in your pad at night
My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gunshots, we're immune to those
Some of my friends' first bids are two to fours
Others on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch sons walk out the door
For the last time 'til they go view at the morgue
Yo, I'm contemplating
My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
Y'all nikkas don't know the art of war
Now you're dying and my gun'll keep bursting 'til your mama's crying
I'm defying your whole crew, y'all nikkas weak
It could be on officially if you had heart
nikka you're overrated, props old, decaying
Not known for spraying, what the fukk you're saying
Your crew fell, you jeal', cause mine's doing it
Yo, quit the jealousy, let's get to felonies
My nikkas selling keys, your nikkas selling dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
Cause, yo, I ain't trying to lose another nikka
And if so, enough blood'll spill to fill a river
I'm like the jackal, when I attack, you die from gat wounds
Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
Life's a bytch, I'm the pimp you owe mad dues to
I proved you weak, you ride dikk to eat
You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
Man, you'd better chill, you could get it for real
nikkas be lying on wax, committing vinyl fraud
Denying the fact they never slung or fired a gat
Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun
Hello, where I'm from is the crime and graffiti and NYPD
Broken glass, .44's, open caskets
Shorty ballers pop shyt when their rock hits the basket
Oh yeah?
Why he ain't help P when he got snuffed and robbed?
Why he let Tragedy get beat up by Maino and his crew?
Don't act like he don't move questionable
oh ok you a square then got it
every move gone seem questionable to you but both them situations been explained bad examples