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Introspective Lyrics
[Verse]
I killed it with The Realness now I'm bringin' new life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight
I will always be Corey, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
I slung the E, held my first heat with curiosity
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
Aim with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
A child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman
Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding
Unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin
But don't look at me differently on the strength 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 of every gram cooked
The rap game "A Change Gon' Come" like Sam Cooke
And Big didn't give the crown up and this means
His unwilling departure still makes him king
Cor-mega, will forever still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tribeam couldn't measure my skill
Or True Meaning who wanna bring it, I'm right here...
I killed it with The Realness now I'm bringin' new life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight
I will always be Corey, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
I slung the E, held my first heat with curiosity
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
Aim with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
A child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman
Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding
Unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin
But don't look at me differently on the strength 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 of every gram cooked
The rap game "A Change Gon' Come" like Sam Cooke
And Big didn't give the crown up and this means
His unwilling departure still makes him king
Cor-mega, will forever still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tribeam couldn't measure my skill
Or True Meaning who wanna bring it, I'm right here...
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- 1.Introspective
- 3.Live Ya Life
- 6.A Thin Line
- 7.The Legacy
- 9.The Come Up
- 10.Built For This
- 11.Soul Food
- 14.Therapy
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June 11, 2002
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