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lirik lagu mars – cormega

ft. z, redman & styles p (dream team)

(verse: cormega)
thug walk thru the valley of death
i neva got lost or took cowardice steps
i move honorably, gained a lot of respect
solved poverty but wouldn’t trade god for success
in fact, maybe i’m too advanced for crack babies
my impact is similar to basquiat paintings
visually fascinated, reality rap, not the fabricated
we’ll have you eggs to sell weight like ?
like ark-la-tex built cases
the foundation is information
i give it, my lyrics ain’t easily -ssimilated
my pen is crazy, i went from livin’ on the edge to the rama greatness
will real live to exist, this is continuation
skill revealed in music, we originate it
in places full of ? descendants of slaves who found ways to elevate it

(verse: az)
grey’s anatomy, amazed with reality
i inhale to propel duple lavities
rap reality, trapper actor athlete
chose carefully, use the macula accurately
none after me, no. 4 is action leave
i’m the core, conquistador of the faculty
b-st-rd see, black for tea, it’s prestigious
sense the leases from the master’s league
master, we placed on the mantle with the jack daniels
wooga trap with the wood and the lack handle(?)
tap the sample, approve, cop inbounce
neva announce financial news stop the count
lost but found, was both in the same raft
the souls remain fresh, every dose came correct
the game – respect, hoodie on for the gone
so f-ck the fake cop that shot lil trae wrong

(verse: redman)
i rep my city hard, i live for it
i’m like a shotgun blast when i’m recordin’
i bring down the house like steve martin
you can smell weed when your boy tree bought it
call me delta, you can learn ?
tracks like dirty laundry, i air it out
redman like a movie, i’m paramount
that’s why they imitating me, like red out!
boy, in the club i get b-tted
gh-lla house general, n-gg- don’t b-tt in
circle around the block, tell ’em i’m coming
it’s no vip, i’m in like bruh man
but i kick back and roll purp puff, yes
and write an ill flow when the surf’s up, yes
i stay grindin’ when the thirst’s up
hip-hop my b-tch, watch how i work her!

(verse: styles p)
short nights make the days longer
and your problems start to weigh on ya
gotta pray when they prey on ya
feel kinda funny when the four pounds stays on ya
you think it’s much better to hustle
for european luxury, american muscle
it’s bricks or bread in the duffle are too long guns
beware of the leather to touch you
thinkin’ is it better to crush you or just walk away
lookin’ at ya neck, put the hawk away
the pain of remain, the rain to wash the chalk away
my problems wayward awkward weight
swimmin’ in the waters with the great white
on a highway but you don’t see my brake lights
seven days in a week, i’m on the 8th night
on the dark side but i ain’t bring a safe light

- cormega

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