With Hand of Judgement I have whetted my flashing Sword to punish my Adversaries I will make my Arrows drunk with Blood and my evil Soul shall devour
on his back A yellow horse, hades is his court Kill with sword, the death is the horseman At the end of the new testament! The sun turns to black
When I bid farewell to the poor life put me in a coffin made of stone place me in my grave do not cover my grave remind yourself that there lies my father
Je soussignee une telle qui suis saine d'esprit, Qui suis folle de toi et ne s'en remets pas. Je te legue aujourd'hui en ce doux soir de mai Ou j'en
[Cormega] as death nears you sink deeper in his reach as you're caressed by the grim reaper as my heat enters your flesh, you begin to meet up with the
[Nas:] What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together? (from Illmatic, "One love") Yea I'm about to write this letter, lay it down you know
[Cormega] Your ebony eyes is heavenly You like a pearl handle, smooth yet deadly Smile yo, your style so awesome, like Stoudemire Crossin' over, lost
designed like the finest scultpture so exotic, the LS Lex, neck brolic wherever snakes dwell death follows the best knowledge is respect power and never test
(He got the slip on you) This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy, not surgery the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dun, I survived
The greatest thought is supreme being The greatest power love The greatest weakness lack of faith The greatest certianity change The greatest sickness
(feat. Tiffany) [Cormega] Yo, fuck the next nigga rep son, you bust yo gun Respect real niggaz, and trust no one Whoever think it can't happen, what
get it confused, never My testamony will be death to a phoney MC You wanna impress me show me a key Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test Put
[Cormega] Yo, I live the life of '62 pick-ups Pumpin' on corners, beat downs to stick-ups Seein' events, of which I had to stay silent Murder, extortion
(feat. Fatal Hussein, Niko) [Fatal Hussein] From the bridge back to Jersey, all the way to the crib I wear a vest from the west, stressed from the shit
[Cormega] younawmsayin' son? shit is real yo, I'm from a place where niggaz get it on and bullshitters get shitted on and dead niggaz keep living on
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Prodigy] Aiyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife Let's toast the fully autos and foot long knives Especially for
(feat. Havoc) [Cormega] Yo, laid back like a fat buddha holding my pearl handle luger In a landcruiser rims shine like daytime in Bermuda I rap tight