Dramatic Entrance — текст песни (Cormega)

Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y`all niggas wanted..

The streets was waitin`
here I am, a beast awakened
in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin` bracelets
after years of bein` patient
sheddin` tears and beatin` cases
I`m ready for whatever yo (Mega!)
no more to say
words can`t explain like Rich Porters grave
this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent
the mind like a Nine automatic
graceful yet capable of causin` damage
I`m too ill, lyrically I feel I`m too real
dough or die, either way I do deals
I`m gifted, my only fear is death or prison
what other lyricist conveys such sincereness?
I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings
fearless, and betrayal with trust is given
now I deal with a few, I don`t fuck with niggas
it`s not arrogance, it`s I`m-not-havin` it
niggas act like they was sendin` me packages
when I was upstate gainin` weight and lackin` friends
think about it, I don`t talk about it, I be about it
I get money and I still be in the Projects
fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin` regardless
even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet
connects was tellin` me I ain`t need a deposit
they were seein` the progress on my net, smashin` niggas
I was pitchin`, you was catchin` feelings
like D`s when they seen they couldn`t catch my niggas
41st side, what, we had cracks in the building
the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling
it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless
I suppose those who ain`t like us feared us
the life we chose inspired me to write these poems
I`m takin` mine like the Rikers phone
The Realness...

my niggas waitin` for this.. pump this on the corner..
pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell..
the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega