Built For This - Cormega

It’s time to separate the rookies from vets

Pussies from threats, truth and lies

Supplies from dealers and death

I’m feeling this, I’m young and ruthless

Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming

My destiny to rep these streets

I’m built for this

The will is too strong

Feelings numb from dealing too long

It’s real count ya friends when you on

My pen is visual I’m real, men are miserable

I feel the tension growing

You hold a grudge, I’m 45 with infra holding, no love

Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn’t notice

I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious

Like a shark I tear you open cuz you blood in my ocean

My pen it ghost people, like dope needles

When I rhyme there’s no equal

The flow will freeze you, like Medusa stare I’m so lethal

Obvious I’m a vill, with odds against me

Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me

I’m built for this

In the streets, I’m powerful if shit gets dirty

30−30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live

I conquered you, I kinda knew you was weak

I can see how cowards do

I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectancy

My essence is getting money, my aura like Lexus

On the mic I’m relentless, pursuit of perfection

Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw — what

I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki

Or a dime satisfy my every need

I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me

Some smile at my face, yet they still against me

I detect the fake, never sleep or deny death for waste

Or conversate in the presence of snakes

When and where and time I’m measuring weight

You destined to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct

I realized that when burying spank, the real will perish ya life

Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is excellent

M — for the man

E — executioner

G — get money

A — all my niggas movin' up

I’m BUILT FOR THIS

For real its in me, like R. K I’ll make you feel the big heat

The illest is me, the drug dealer MC, semi-auto I conceal on these streets

To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki’s and snort blow

You can’t replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain’t real I see it in ya eyes

I spit nines, weight coke on scales that’s digitized

The realness I live and die, the streets I epitomize the trife life

I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics

Mega live it I’m ghetto, my shit is chromed out

Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out

I can’t believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth