Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Built For This, artist - Cormega. Album song The True Meaning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
Built For This |
| It’s time to separate the rookies from vets |
| Pussies from threats, truth and lies |
| Supplies from dealers and death |
| I’m feeling this, I’m young and ruthless |
| Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming |
| My destiny to rep these streets |
| I’m built for this |
| The will is too strong |
| Feelings numb from dealing too long |
| It’s real count ya friends when you on |
| My pen is visual I’m real, men are miserable |
| I feel the tension growing |
| You hold a grudge, I’m 45 with infra holding, no love |
| Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn’t notice |
| I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious |
| Like a shark I tear you open cuz you blood in my ocean |
| My pen it ghost people, like dope needles |
| When I rhyme there’s no equal |
| The flow will freeze you, like Medusa stare I’m so lethal |
| Obvious I’m a vill, with odds against me |
| Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me |
| I’m built for this |
| In the streets, I’m powerful if shit gets dirty |
| 30−30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live |
| I conquered you, I kinda knew you was weak |
| I can see how cowards do |
| I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectancy |
| My essence is getting money, my aura like Lexus |
| On the mic I’m relentless, pursuit of perfection |
| Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw — what |
| I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki |
| Or a dime satisfy my every need |
| I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me |
| Some smile at my face, yet they still against me |
| I detect the fake, never sleep or deny death for waste |
| Or conversate in the presence of snakes |
| When and where and time I’m measuring weight |
| You destined to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct |
| I realized that when burying spank, the real will perish ya life |
| Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is excellent |
| M — for the man |
| E — executioner |
| G — get money |
| A — all my niggas movin' up |
| I’m BUILT FOR THIS |
| For real its in me, like R. K I’ll make you feel the big heat |
| The illest is me, the drug dealer MC, semi-auto I conceal on these streets |
| To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki’s and snort blow |
| You can’t replace me |
| I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain’t real I see it in ya eyes |
| I spit nines, weight coke on scales that’s digitized |
| The realness I live and die, the streets I epitomize the trife life |
| I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics |
| Mega live it I’m ghetto, my shit is chromed out |
| Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out |
| I can’t believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth |