Cormega - Tony Touch

Yo.

yeah shit is real right now yaknahmsayin?

Who the nigga — motherfuckin Cormega

Queensbridge, that’s Q. B

Uptown — Connecticut, niggas is settin it

Tone Touch — you just don’t give a fuck

What nigga?

Far Rock', Iraq, to Southside

Son we gon' show these niggas

Yo, yo, what?

Niggas recognize the method I perfected rhymin

Rappers insecure, verbally I’m jeapordizin

Check the way that I be exercisin

My pen work for me for years, it’s death-defyin (ooh!)

You know the saga, the drama

The Queensbridge Kingpin, 'Mega Montana

To Touch I pledge allegiance, drugs sold for many reasons

Some for prestige, others they only way of eatin (no doubt)

My niggas pray to be in, a better life

We had plans to bag grams and get ahead at night (what?)

I fuck with officialist, thugs that hit you wit

Cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split

Livin this life, drippin in ice (uh)

Holdin my position like pimpin, write a composition

Trife uhh I’m takin mines like in Perry Mason times

Any attempt to stop me (check this) you wastin times

I could blaze a nine or infilitrate the line between paper

Rhymes like solidified white rock, shopped in eighty-nine

Rhyme for Beemers, Rovers, overachievers

Hold a heater to them other cultures, who deceive us

Blunted on a wanted poster with a golden millimeter

You think it ain’t real?

Check me on my next re-up, BEOTCH!

What nigga?

Who could fuck with this?

What?

Hahahah

Mobb Deep, C-N-N nigga, Shan

Nas nigga, Poet, Kamikaze, Killa Kid

Nature, what?

Q-B nation nigga

Back together, ha ha.