| It’s time to separate the rookies from vets
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| Pussies from threats, truth and lies
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| Supplies from dealers and death
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| I’m feeling this, I’m young and ruthless
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| Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming
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| My destiny to rep these streets
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| I’m built for this
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| The will is too strong
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| Feelings numb from dealing too long
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| It’s real count ya friends when you on
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| My pen is visual I’m real, men are miserable
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| I feel the tension growing
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| You hold a grudge, I’m 45 with infra holding, no love
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| Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn’t notice
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| I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious
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| Like a shark I tear you open cuz you blood in my ocean
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| My pen it ghost people, like dope needles
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| When I rhyme there’s no equal
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| The flow will freeze you, like Medusa stare I’m so lethal
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| Obvious I’m a vill, with odds against me
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| Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me
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| I’m built for this
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| In the streets, I’m powerful if shit gets dirty
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| 30−30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live
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| I conquered you, I kinda knew you was weak
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| I can see how cowards do
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| I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectancy
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| My essence is getting money, my aura like Lexus
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| On the mic I’m relentless, pursuit of perfection
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| Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw — what
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| I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki
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| Or a dime satisfy my every need
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| I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me
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| Some smile at my face, yet they still against me
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| I detect the fake, never sleep or deny death for waste
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| Or conversate in the presence of snakes
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| When and where and time I’m measuring weight
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| You destined to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct
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| I realized that when burying spank, the real will perish ya life
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| Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is excellent
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| M — for the man
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| E — executioner
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| G — get money
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| A — all my niggas movin' up
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| I’m BUILT FOR THIS
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| For real its in me, like R. K I’ll make you feel the big heat
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| The illest is me, the drug dealer MC, semi-auto I conceal on these streets
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| To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki’s and snort blow
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| You can’t replace me
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| I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain’t real I see it in ya eyes
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| I spit nines, weight coke on scales that’s digitized
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| The realness I live and die, the streets I epitomize the trife life
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| I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics
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| Mega live it I’m ghetto, my shit is chromed out
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| Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out
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| I can’t believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Built For This , by - Cormega. Song from the album The True Meaning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп