Žodžiai dainai: Cormega. Dramatic Entrance.

Yo yo, a man is condemned or exulted by his words
Exalt me, yo this what y'all niggas wanted

The streets was waitin', here I am, a beast awakened
In a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets
After years of bein' patient, sheddin' tears and beatin' cases
I'm ready for whatever yo, Mega, no more to say

Words can't explain like Rich Porters grave
This is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent
The mind like a nine automatic, graceful yet capable of causin' damage
I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real, dough or die, either way I do deals

I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison
What other lyricist conveys such sincereness?
I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings
Fearless and betrayal with trust is given

Now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas
It's not arrogance, it's I'm not havin' it
Niggas act like they was sendin' me packages
When I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends

Think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it
I get money and I still be in the projects
Fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless
Even during the drought I had a Ki in the closet

Connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit
They were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas
I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings
Like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas

41st side, what, we had cracks in the building
The 4-5, infrared mac and the sterling
It was all for the 'cause except my dogs got careless
I suppose those who ain't like us feared us

The life we chose inspired me to write these poems
I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone, 'The Realness'
My niggas waitin' for this, pump this on the corner
Pump this in ya ride, pump this in ya jail cell
The essence of a hustler my nigga, what, Mega