文本歌词

Cormega - Mega Fresh X (Feat. Red Alert, Parrish Smith, Grand Puba, KRS-One & Big Daddy Kane)
Ok we gonna straighten this sh*t out right now ok
Hey I go by the name of the kool the DJ Red Alert
OK I got a mean lineup
I got my man Cormega
Parrish Smith Grand Puba KRS one and the Big Daddy Kane
And it's going down like
If you could dream it you could be it
I once idolized a few guys I superseded
As you near you hear Anita Baker playin in my BM
Indeed I'm from the era of Patrick Ewing Adidas
The game turned public housing to areans
Bummy dudes move packs
So they could buy jewels and sneakers
Money grew some adapted
Others would become distracted
Smokin woolies openin they packs like Pookie
I'm a fiend of hip-hop my rap is cinematic
The beat is the plot I'm breed as a clock
G's like R-P believe it or not
Prestige is an illusion
That it lose you and you not hot
You know how I do
My jewels so colorful
My daughter don't gotta watch cartoons
Dudes watch my moves like Lebron fresh out of high school
My electrifyin skills unrivaled
I'm an all star baby pa Alot of dudes is
Lost in the rap game chasin life of the rap star
Not P I paid my dues while you hate and snooze
P always come correct no singing the blues
Hip Hop's my life P already paid the price
Give me the mic and the vocal booth and
Y'all could keep the ice
And I still run on the young ones like Jerry Rice
And if you can't see in the dark
Then homey turn on the lights
And if a sucker don't like P the feelin is mutual
Tune my rhyme into a RPM then shift to neutral
Every move is crucial
Catch PMD coming through the hood
In the new SUV with the chrome shoes
From the L.I.E. to QB
It's Mega and P two of the nicest repping N.Y.C
Parrish Smith you know me well from EPMD
So you gots to chill cause niggas can't f**k me
Uh you know I got the shine when it's time to get mine
Pop that a** with a classic-a** line uh
You try to step to me I'm worse than landmines
Twist yo' spine like spiral book rhymes
You wanna do this you must be out yo' mind
Pop shut it down so I'm one of a kind
Get mine fall back and recline
If you look up bad muh'f**ker
And that's me you gon' find
Grand Puba I can never suck
That's like trying to ride around with
Single-digit rim on the Caddy truck
Me in this adding up all it equals
Is another hot joint that I spit wit my peoples
So you know the deal real recognize real
So throw yo' hands up let me know how you feels
Cause it's on now it's on now stack paper like a green mile
Official authentic is Grand Puba style
Here we go KRS in the spot
When I spit it you can see that
I am fresh they are not
This that other type of lyric when you hear it you stop
KRS and Cormega now that's some real hip hop
I'm glad to see these MC's comin up after me
Runnin up after me doing it how it has to be
This that new sh*t but it's old
This that hot sh*t but it's cold
Three four five clips when we roll
Boom boom bop bip when you fold
B-R-O-N-X pay the toll
They standin next to the flesh I'm next to the soul
My history is too complex whenever it's told
One of a kind breaking the mold
Refine in the mind rebuilt in the soul
Health love and awareness and wealth now that's the goal
Pass the pole of the microphone that you hold
I model my role with my pocket so swole
Don't have to be told twice KRS and
Cormega yo them cats too nice ha
Wa da da dang wa da da da dang
When it comes to lyrics yo them cats can't hang
Wa da da dang wa da da da dang
KRS And Cormega
Aiyyo back up and let a real Don through
To show you who this motherf**king spot belong to
So many talking like there's something that they wan' do
Sh*t y'all niggas couldn't find the heart with John Q
I'm here to warn you just might show off because
I could really clap and make the lights go off
My enterprise like microsoft the sweat and blood'll cool
Make cheddar double through plus I'm ghetto lovable
Scheme to win by any means within
Sh*t a ni**a this here thorough won't be seen again
Cause when my team is in and I got green to spend
Or I'mma hold the fort down just like supreme di-vine
Got you stuck behind enemy lines the whole vicinity's mine
And he decline ni**a give me a sign
And you don't want ventilation all up out your house
Then treat my name like spoiled food
Keep it out yo' mouth ni**a
And there you have it everybody
Big up to everybody all across the border that understand
Real hip hop
Real skills real lyrics
I go by the name the kool the DJ Red Alert
Hey we ain't goin a goddamn place
Hey you must think we going somewhere
Hey you must be out yo' goddamn mind
And ya punk too
And for all you b**ches thank you for nothing