[Cormega]

I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin new life

Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight

I will always be Cory, youngest child of Dorothy

My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity

I slung to eat, held my first heat with curiousity

Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me

I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas

To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr.

I became a criminal when few though I wasn't

My shot wounds, my birthmarks 

a thug injustice

Aint with the Yanks

The quarters not working I question my purpose in life

It must be to write, son I'm very determined

I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman

Breed not molded, the chosen upholding

unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin

but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin

This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen

I pitch like Randy Johnson

Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson

Before rap my name was ringing in the projects

We took the block and props off every gram cooked rap game 

and change gon' come like Sam Cook

And Big didn't give the crown up and this means

his unwilling departure still makes him king

Cor-Mega, RAW forever, still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will

My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill

The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, I'm right here...