Cormega - Rapture lyrics

[Verse 1] My rise inevitable I rhyme incredible I try to ascend to the highest level when I'm in the booth I execute like an armed sniper Nicer than me now cipher I'm an articulate lyricist I remind you of the era When Strickland was with the knicks Fort greene was Preme's and streets was serious I spit, sick as diesel in your vain Which means you get a rush and fiend for me to mc again As I look back how I cooked crack and what we became From greed, no mystique in this hood we proclaim Where life and d**h are common as right and left And dealin rock is like boxing you can win with the right connect Yet if ya stance ain't strong you lose rounds Be evasive body shots will put you down I spared with patience now I spill dom on the pavement For those who ain't here, my honor is sacred I came from sleepin on cots in cages To sleepin on beaches on tropic vacations My poetrys deep over melodic arrangements Ayatollah hooked the beat up and I just laced it [Hook] *Record Scratches* I'm deadly when I pull the pen out x2 [Verse 2] Enter my realm they callin me a savior, of hip-hop Same time n***as who get knocked and callin me for paper The cycle is never ending like my pen against paper In my premises I'm infinite no lyricist is greater Straight up, like coke off the stove get ya weight up My mental strainer separates pure from infiltrator And men who betray us when in danger they scared to face consequences They want live n***as respect but have the heart of women The art is missin' like an ancient civilization it's hard to listen Rap and hip-hop are different I'm a student of tradition A sneaker head who used to pee the bed Now I'm sh**ting in the beamer lift my heater if my seed ain't fed I seen the streets make a k**er outta tj My pj's is said to breed base heads Some people feel relieved when the seen spank dead They even grieve fakes tears knowin it's he they fear I flow with ease over the beat this is me right here No need to be king, to the street I'm here, apparent A maverick in the art of rappin I hold no grudge but palm a gat for those plottin those as if I'mma have it It's not gon happen I'll pop off like a block war and turn a fiend to hardcore addict [Hook]