Cormega – Verbal Graffiti 0

I'm like a panther in the dark

Silent when I strike the paper

Like a dagger in your heart

When I write I leave a mark

I seen a NARC before they even bark (park)

Told son "leave the block"

Get that money upstairs

In case the 'covers see it's(currency is) marked

Beat a(Be the) man who plot against me, God forgive me

My enemies die in the street if(and) my heat is empty

Coindentally

The same fate was meant for me

My AK's my lawyer

When it's on, it represent for me

Vacate the sentence

Case acquitted when your face get splitted

I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin'

Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments

But(Where) we could either live, die, or face imprisonment

Take a hit of this,

Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw

My rhyme is on consignment

Just in case you wanted more

Lyrics are furious

I reign imperious

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious

Streets personify me

Like heat I keep beside me

Either I be, the most underrated lyrical

Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects

A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest

Where I'm from

A fiend is selling heated(heaters) for five jungs (?)

Dealers scatter when D's or Y(I) come

R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young

And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling

Sometimes it's hard for me to write,

Son, the streets calling

Patience is a virtue

Temptation will hurt you

And sentence (you) to a bid

Your fake friends will desert you

Til' you're assed out

Screaming life's a bitch that(like a bitch had) burnt you

I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this

Look in my eyes, stare at the realness

I was corrupted by drug supply

Fly kicks, and buckin' nines

Looking up at the skies

Thinking I'm too young to die

Thoughts are conquering

Though we were taught not to since(sin)

Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends

My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven

No man can harm you

An army of angels with true love is(that's) there to guard you

Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother

The deep shit

Three bricks remain uncut(uncovered)

But(<--no but) the industry didn't want me in(and)

They try to condemn me

Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me

Yet a thug nigga rise

People are snakes, and justice is blind

My jury is my gun at my side

Son I write with the trifeness

Engraved in Tyson(enitcing)

Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless

The realness

Some try to conceal this

Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness

I'm a key[ki(as in, kilo)]

You three grams with cut in it

If you want it

I don't give a fuck, nigga

Rapper slash Drug dealer

Slash I bust my gun, nigga

Slash your face with a rug, nigga

What's the meaning (echoes 9x)