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Corey McKay (born April 26, 1970), better known by his stage name Cormega, is an African-American rapper best known for his narratives about inner-city life, having been born in Queensbridge, Queens. Mckay is renowned for consistently producing as an independent artist, refusing to go mainstream. more »

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I went to catchin' cases to buyin'
Cases of Don flyin' places
From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets
From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with
My own private acre
I'm movin' up like the Jeffersons
Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic
Conseption is deep
Like my conseption, my life was tested
Numerous times
Like Judas, the father's rudest child
Only a winner could lose with a smile
Refusin' to bow
Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now
As well the SL-5
Watch how the roof come down
When Sammy come through
You know how the crew get down
We no longer have to move bricks now
Rainy days are brighter when
The jewels are out
And we only dealin' with people
Showin' true love now
Dedicate to every one who grew up hard
Sky's the limit, reach for the stars

I had to let it go
I had to let it start a change
It ain't, the same no more, no more
No it ain't harder times has gone away
Say goodbye to heartaches
Livin' in the ghetto livin' in the ghetto

I got a daughter to raise
I thought that the game was honorable
Til Porter was slain
When Magic and Jordan were playin'
Ballers were famous, they aura made us
Hug corners daily
Similar to the fiends we serve daily
No more sleepin', my eyes, son
I see the world clearly
Whether the projects depths
Or the seed of a six series
As I breeze through the city
Rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies
I realize people who feel me, are the reason
I mean it sincerely
I can never lose the love of the streets
That endeared me
Throughout my adoloscent years
Slingin' packs daily
Reminiscin' people who cash yearly
While starin' at pictures
Wishin' they was here with me
Like my mans who kept it real with me
We been through hard times
Now we sittin' in hard rides
We ain't hard to find, we either
At the crab, going hard in Live
Or on the block, chillin' right outside

Sometimes I sit inside my residence
And I just think
Of my life, and the situations I might face
Ain't too many real niggas
Is my kind extinct?
I'm alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank
I'm still in the game
Relentless when my pen hit's
The paper with a vengeance
The essence of the ghetto
I live it, the realness
Straight out the street
Alotta schemes were laid down
Children were leavin' playgrounds
Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh
No mc could get in my area
Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria
I'm clearly a superior breed, like a terriar
Right here in the streets
Where rappers scared to come

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