Cormega - Therapy lyrics

To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize

With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine

I design like a composer

Blow you like a soldier

Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure

Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater

MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure

Crimes I design remove stress

Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep

My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be

If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me

Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies

Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy

I got to be laid back, empower property

Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees

Quite possibly I might even chop a ki

'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me

Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me

See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey

So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines

sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines

There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic

I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,

Dimes leave keys to they apartment

I snipe mc's like a marksman

Heat of a arson

And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic

Seize like the narcsters

When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils

You seek enlightment you can be my disciple

Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo

Stressed out because case supreme might indict you

I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles

Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows

A man child command crowds in smooth apparel

Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh

My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow

My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted

Every housin' projects I've repped the realness

Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers

I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days

I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved

Like a gemstar inside a plate

I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day

If Crime don't pay

My currency's defined off the rhymes I say

I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination

I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration

My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason

'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature

I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze

Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just

Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the

mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the

mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)