Cormega - Therapy lyrics

To ease the mind I an*lyze 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 Vocal mind 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 Crimes I design remove stress Like Buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be If I die, live n***az gunshots'll honor me Properly, I be droppin' these lime life philosophies Criminology, it's just a ghetto n***a prophecy I got to be laid back, empower 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 f**a stoppin' me Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease 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' k**ers, chill wit' dealers I ain't really feelin' n***az 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'ma die one day, if crime don't pay My currency's defined off the rhymes I say I'ma poet due to my respect of Bigs' a**a**ination I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry 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 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