Lyrics Therapy - Cormega

Therapy

To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize
With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine
I design like a composer
Blow you like a soldier
Go for mines with the smoothness, move with composure
Grab a mic n' set it like I’m wettin' su’n' with my heater
MC’s get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
Rhymes I design remove stress
Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep
I’m complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If I die, live niggas gunshots’ll honor me
Properly, I be droppin' these lime life philosophies
Criminology, it’s just a ghetto nigga prophecy
I got to be laid back, in private property
Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
Quite possibly I might even chop a ki
'Cuz even when I chill the D’s are still clockin' me
Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me
See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey
So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines
Sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines
There ain’t a mother fucka stoppin' me
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
(*scratching*)Just…Just…Just…Just…Just listen to the man on the mic
I’m Sagittarius, the archer, live breed
Dimes leave keys to they apartment
I snipe mc’s like a marksman
Heat of a arson
And I’ll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic
Seize like the narcsters
When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils
You seek enlightenment you can be my disciple
Son I don’t wanna be in Queens house with my boo
Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
I do what I got to do survive I’ve slung jums n' bottles
Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
Write quite illustrious n' live like a pharaoh
My destiny’s to spread my wings like a sparrow
My pen’s addicted to men who’ve been convicted
Every housin' projects I’ve repped the realness
Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers
I ain’t really feelin' niggas rhymes these days
I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line’s engraved
Like a gemstar inside a plate
I’m tryin' to live cuz I’mma die one day
If crime don’t pay
My currency’s defined off the rhymes I say
I’mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination
I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
My feet stand on pavement once felt by Pappy Mason
'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
(*scratching*) Just… Just…Just…Just
Listen… Just…Listen…Listen…Just…Listen to the man on the
Mic… Just…Just listen… Just listen… Just…Listen to the man on the
Mic… Listen…Listen…Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)