Genuine Article - Cormega

I bust my ass for what I have, nobody gave a fuck

And I ain’t wanna ask for a hand and get the finger

Understand I ain’t tryna hear it

I’m what they wanna hear

The art is regarded as the heart of the streets, you wasn’t there

You lack burden of proof, my rap’s truth

Resonated through pen and paper, stimulated many

Ain’t it, deep how I never let opinions fade me?

I know they hate me 'cause they ain’t me, so to see me make it

Agonizes snakes and liars have no grace and desire

I patiently waited then came with the fire that rages inside me

Flamin' rhymer, dreamin' ain’t nicer

See the light when they awake into my greater horizon

Require change of environment, no love lost, haters inspirin'

New ways of thinkin' makin' me rise to the occasion like Kyrie

Determined to reap the goal, whoever oppose, I serve them

Food for thought, I put work in, my word is bond

To my culture is proud that I wrote this

Art is exalted, calm yet ferocious

God bless the child who could hold his

I’m focused, starin' at the ocean

Searchin' for peace as I question life’s purpose

Seem certain, indeed, these verses

Hold weight like Ace in the cleaners

Able to distinguish the difference between thinkin' and schemin'

It’s like bein' tired of waitin' when patience is needed

Is it safe for a dreamer in a city that never sleeps?

Every day you awake is succeeded

Indeed the degree of separation increases with measures taken

Inconceivable within reach, no limitations

If you ever hesitated on Mega, maybe you ain’t know

I never needed your validation