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Cormega has a lot of song with references about boxers and boxing.
Cormega, Girl
Her kiss could eclipse a shining star, time a part makes you desire her more, Sugar Ray couldn't even fight her off, as soon as the blow him his title was lost.
Cormega, Rapture
my rise inevitable,
i rhyme incredible,
i try to ascend to the highest level when im in the booth,
i execute like an armed sniper,
nicer than me na cipher,
im an articulate lyricist,
i remind you of the era, when trickland was with the knicks, fort greene was Preme's and streets was serious,
i spit, sick as diesel in your vain, which means you get a rush and fiend for me to mc again, as i look back how i cooked crack and what we became
from greed, no mystique in this hood we proclaim, where life and death are common as right and left and dealin rock is like boxing you can win with the right connect, yet if ya stance aint strong you lose rounds, be evasive body shots will put you down, i spared with patience now i spill dom on the pavement, for those who not here, my honor is sacred, i came from sleepin on cots in cages, to sleepin on beaches on tropic vacations, my poetrys deep over melodic arrangements ayatollah hooked the beat up and i just laced it.
IMO some of the best metapors about boxing.
Cormega, Girl
Her kiss could eclipse a shining star, time a part makes you desire her more, Sugar Ray couldn't even fight her off, as soon as the blow him his title was lost.
Cormega, Rapture
my rise inevitable,
i rhyme incredible,
i try to ascend to the highest level when im in the booth,
i execute like an armed sniper,
nicer than me na cipher,
im an articulate lyricist,
i remind you of the era, when trickland was with the knicks, fort greene was Preme's and streets was serious,
i spit, sick as diesel in your vain, which means you get a rush and fiend for me to mc again, as i look back how i cooked crack and what we became
from greed, no mystique in this hood we proclaim, where life and death are common as right and left and dealin rock is like boxing you can win with the right connect, yet if ya stance aint strong you lose rounds, be evasive body shots will put you down, i spared with patience now i spill dom on the pavement, for those who not here, my honor is sacred, i came from sleepin on cots in cages, to sleepin on beaches on tropic vacations, my poetrys deep over melodic arrangements ayatollah hooked the beat up and i just laced it.
IMO some of the best metapors about boxing.
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