Make It Clear

Make It Clear （）-Cormega

I'd rather face the sky in the Caymans

Than face indictments of heavy

When taking lightly ain't the way I take my rhyming

Maybe it's fate that drives me

Greatness I seek may never be achieved till the day that I cease

I think of my peeps either in the grave or the pen

Or on the block pushing that rock like Payton to Kemp

I gave you a glimpse of the way we exist my book of life

So full of anguish pages I skip I write with a radiant wrist

The nights is the way that I spit so much crack

I gave you a brick

And expected you'd question the weight of my sh*t

It's so real you smell the stench of elevators with piss in

Feel the palm sweat from pumping all day on the bench

I see fake niggas embrace men they say the resent

They hear the door hit the floor I'm straight off the hinges

Food for thought a lot of niggas ate off my strength

Now they thirst my deep dishes deep dishes keep wishes

Sleep isn't a trait of street niggas live off strength

Yet a strong case could break a weak ni**a

See it's different when facing adversity mys

And deep lyrics became realer from gained wisdom

I'm here to play the hand that I'm dealt

I suggest you do the same these words are heart felt

I lay it our clear ya niggas better use it

All eyes on us and we keeping it live

I'm here to play the hand that I'm dealt

I suggest you do the same these words are heart felt

I lay it our clear ya niggas better use it

All eyes on us and we keeping it live

Born and raised where real niggas are legendary

Some are present others in state pens and cemeteries

Niggas be struggling so hustling is necessary

Unless you got a mean jump shot

I seen niggas nice at ball pump rock

And not get drafted in the NBA

They laying up in a casket

Every rhyme I say is classic

Like episodes of Sanford and Son

At my man crib where we had the stash hid

Right next to the gat with the red light

Feds might be listening hoping that my sh*t ain't air tight yeah right

I'mma shine I'm the street personified

Niggas ain't built to see the ill grief and homicide

Real recognize real fake can't relate to how I feel

I could say names but I'mma chill yo we dreamed to beat poverty

When Benny Blanko pop Carlito I shot the screen

I've got to be one of the realest niggas

I talk it cause I lived it from the kitchen

With the raw to the courtroom sentence to the dorm holding

The horn rocking fila slippers thoughts

Will never end unless it's what I intended

I'm here to play the hand that I'm dealt

I suggest you do the same these words are heart felt

I lay it our clear ya niggas better use it

All eyes on us and we keeping it live

I'm here to play the hand that I'm dealt

I suggest you do the same these words are heart felt

I lay it our clear ya niggas better use it

All eyes on us and we keeping it live