Mars
Cormega Lyrics


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MARS
Large, pro

Even the hardest rhymers know I got desire and heart
Like John Starks when "The Dunk" had the Garden
Wilding, triumph was short-lived
But the moment's timeless
Words hold weight like consignment, never break your silence
If you face indictment, take it like a man
A thousand deaths is a lot of sweat
Satan's fire rages like the 80's
Tyson blazin' souls of those that say we came from science
Ain't as wise as they like us to believe, think about it
What made us conscious?
A greater power gave us all the gift of life
Be grateful for it before the creator calls you
Witnessing a great performance, I ain't conforming
I crush those who want it then weigh the powder of they persona
On the highest scale of rhyming they've encountered
A peak harder to reach than Himalayan mountains
People say I'm calmer, I consider it evolving
I'm sick of facing charges and my mental game is stronger

As rain falls on my executive trench
With the waist belt
Base dealt make your face melt
Toast to fortune, diamonds in the coffin
Pinky extended, getting twisted like a blender
Grown man rap, grown man pockets
Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore
You like a scungill', peel when you see steel
Me, I'll squeeze it 'til it's empty, then I refill
We sitting, playing gin rummy
Chips of hash like the Rock of Gibraltar
Cop my pops a Porsche
Gun metal with the rocket launcher
You getting wetter when I pop it off
I got bitches making salsa sauce with they blouses off
Shorty shoot the gun soft like a mouse's cough
Five hundred dollars what it cost for an ounce of broth
Collect the paper, then I'm bouncing off
That's me

As I mastermind, craft rhymes made of heron
Head nod, lines on a higher echelon
With fly epilogue, Gore-tex belt checker
Bought three Hecklers, the sun gleam on my complexion
Completion, eclectic in fleeces
Expensive oils and greases, slacks with the creases
Black Jesus in Moncler geeses, sample cheeses
Antique hammer squeezing
My grammar like ham, shit is seasoned
Bitches from Greek to Polynesian
Wallabeein' out in Sweden
While I be out for green like a vegan
Stay thorough, decorated in metal
Chain yellow, grape flavor cigarellos
Days are mellow, Good fellows put change on your sombrero
Slugs out the gun bellow, hit the falsetto
I twist chickens in the six-inch stilettos

Use the elbow to split your wig
Male chauvinistic pig
Fuck a nigga bitch like ol' Kells did to Mr. Bigg
But I don't keep it on the low, I blow the shit up
If he show up at my crib, that old fucker get cut
Nigga, I throw a left hook at your grandpop
While Chef Action Bronson cook up them lamb chop
After that, we gonna eat a rapper for dessert
Mega got the blood of emcees on a napkin in his shirt
You're acting like you're berserk
Nigga, that'll get you hurt
Dragged all over the floor, be a tragedy for sure
They thought I might have fell off, so I had to get to work
Show 'em how it goes down
When I put the pronouns and them adjectives to work
Ah, niggas get murked
The perk? I think I'm blessed cause I'm eye-seeing them
Roc Mars said it's cause I got bars and I'm nicer than them
They all right, I ain't as biased as him
Nah, I'm lying, them niggas drier than psoriasis skin
Lyrically, I'm a messiah to them
Sing 'em a rockabye
It's gonna be Mega Action happening when you Roc with Sai
That's M.A.R.S., motherfucker, and I'm not gone lie
Hip-Hop is something we came to occupy
Tell 'em why

'Mega
Action Bronso
Roc Mars




Saigon
Mars

Overall Meaning

The song "MARS" by Cormega is a rap song that showcases the rapper's skill, style, and demeanor. The song is dominated by Cormega's flashy wordplay and metaphors. He starts by describing himself as a talented rapper who has the heart and passion to go to great heights in the rap game. He then goes on to talk about his philosophical outlook on life and human existence, expressing gratitude for the gift of life and a consciousness that makes us aware of ourselves and the world we live in.


Cormega then shifts gears and talks about his criminal past and the tough streets that made him who he is. He speaks with pride about his criminal exploits and his rise to the top of the rap game. The rapper uses his criminal experiences as a way to assert his dominance in the rap game, making it clear that he is willing to do whatever it takes to stay on top.


Overall, the lyrics of "MARS" reflect Cormega's unique perspective on life, the rap game, and his own personal experiences. The song is a fitting showcase for the rapper's skills and style, and it remains one of his most popular tracks to date.


Line by Line Meaning

Large, pro
I am a big and skilled rapper


Even the hardest rhymers know I got desire and heart
I have a strong passion and dedication towards rapping, even respected by other skilled rappers


Like John Starks when "The Dunk" had the Garden
I have a memorable and powerful impact in the rapping industry, similar to John Stark's iconic dunk in Madison Square Garden


Wilding, triumph was short-lived
I may have been reckless in the past, and my moment of victory was short-lived


But the moment's timeless
Despite the short-lived triumph, the moment remains unforgettable and significant


Words hold weight like consignment, never break your silence
My words are powerful and impactful, and it's important to stay quiet when necessary


If you face indictment, take it like a man
If you're facing punishment for your actions, accept it with dignity


A thousand deaths is a lot of sweat
Enduring many hardships and challenges takes immense effort and perseverance


Satan's fire rages like the 80's
Evil is present and powerful in contemporary times, much like in the 80s


Tyson blazin' souls of those that say we came from science
Those who oppose his beliefs are met with harsh violence, likened to Mike Tyson's fighting style


Ain't as wise as they like us to believe, think about it
We aren't as knowledgeable as we believe ourselves to be, take time to reflect on this


What made us conscious?
What is the root cause of our consciousness and self-awareness?


A greater power gave us all the gift of life
A higher entity or force granted us the precious gift of life


Be grateful for it before the creator calls you
Appreciate and value your life before it comes to a close


Witnessing a great performance, I ain't conforming
Despite appreciating and admiring great performances, he won't conform to mainstream norms and expectations


I crush those who want it then weigh the powder of they persona
He defeats those who challenge him, and evaluates their character and persona afterwards


On the highest scale of rhyming they've encountered
He is considered one of the best rappers by those who have heard him


A peak harder to reach than Himalayan mountains
Reaching his level of skill and success is incredibly difficult, much like climbing the Himalayas


People say I'm calmer, I consider it evolving
He's been told he's more calm, but he views it as personal growth and maturing


I'm sick of facing charges and my mental game is stronger
He's tired of being accused and charged with things, but it has made him mentally stronger and fortified


As rain falls on my executive trench With the waist belt
He is dressed in a business-like style, with a trench coat and belt, as it rains


Base dealt make your face melt
His music and lyrics have a heavy impact on listeners


Toast to fortune, diamonds in the coffin
Celebrate life and success, because all material possessions are meaningless in death


Pinky extended, getting twisted like a blender
He drinks fancy cocktails with his pinky extended, and gets drunk easily


Grown man rap, grown man pockets
He raps about mature and serious topics, as well as having substantial financial wealth


Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore
He avoids getting caught in legal trouble, and enjoys eating Italian cacciatore


You like a scungill', peel when you see steel
His enemies are soft and weak, and crumble when confronted with a weapon


Me, I'll squeeze it 'til it's empty, then I refill
He will use his weapon without hesitation, and replenish his ammunition afterwards


We sitting, playing gin rummy Chips of hash like the Rock of Gibraltar
He's playing cards with drugs as chips, and has a large amount of them


Cop my pops a Porsche Gun metal with the rocket launcher
He bought his dad a nice car with a powerful weapon included


You getting wetter when I pop it off
His enemies fear him, and become more afraid when he uses his weapon


I got bitches making salsa sauce with they blouses off
He has women preparing food for him while they are half-naked


Shorty shoot the gun soft like a mouse's cough
Even when shooting firearms, she does so quietly


Five hundred dollars what it cost for an ounce of broth
Drugs are expensive, especially purchasing them in bulk


Collect the paper, then I'm bouncing off That's me
He gets his money and leaves, that's just how he is


As I mastermind, craft rhymes made of heron
He skillfully creates lyrics with a strong impact


Head nod, lines on a higher echelon
His lyrics cause listeners to nod their heads in agreement and are of high quality


With fly epilogue, Gore-tex belt checker
He has completed an impressive song, and is feeling stylish and successful


Bought three Hecklers, the sun gleam on my complexion
He purchased three firearms, and believes he looks cool while the sun shines on his face


Completion, eclectic in fleeces Expensive oils and greases, slacks with the creases
He's well-dressed and has different types of clothing/materials


Black Jesus in Moncler geeses, sample cheeses Antique hammer squeezing
He compares himself to a divine figure, has tried different type of cheeses, and shoots an old weapon


My grammar like ham, shit is seasoned
His use of language and vocabulary is well-crafted and refined


Bitches from Greek to Polynesian Wallabeein' out in Sweden
Women from different backgrounds and countries enjoy his music, and he's walking in Sweden while wearing Wallabee shoes


While I be out for green like a vegan
He's focused on making money, similar to the way a vegan is dedicated to their lifestyle


Stay thorough, decorated in metal Chain yellow, grape flavor cigarellos
He's dependable and reliable, and wears gold jewelry while smoking grape-flavored cigars


Days are mellow, Good fellows put change on your sombrero
His days are easy-going, and generous friends give away money


Slugs out the gun bellow, hit the falsetto
He fires his weapon loudly, and hits his targets well


I twist chickens in the six-inch stilettos
He doesn't like women, but enjoys causing them pain and suffering


Use the elbow to split your wig
He uses his elbow to violently hit someone's head


Male chauvinistic pig Fuck a nigga bitch like ol' Kells did to Mr. Bigg
He's misogynistic and disrespectful towards women, and compares himself to R. Kelly's controversial actions


But I don't keep it on the low, I blow the shit up If he show up at my crib, that old fucker get cut
He's not secretive about his violent tendencies, and he'll harm anyone who challenges him


Nigga, I throw a left hook at your grandpop While Chef Action Bronson cook up them lamb chop
He'll punch an elderly man while his friend Action Bronson cooks


After that, we gonna eat a rapper for dessert Mega got the blood of emcees on a napkin in his shirt
After they're done cooking and fighting, they'll metaphorically consume a rapper, and Cormega has confidence and pride in this


You're acting like you're berserk Nigga, that'll get you hurt
Don't act recklessly or foolishly, or else you'll face consequences


Dragged all over the floor, be a tragedy for sure
You'll face horrific consequences if you act unintelligently or foolishly around him


They thought I might have fell off, so I had to get to work Show 'em how it goes down When I put the pronouns and them adjectives to work
Some people thought he lost his skills, so he creates new music to show them he hasn't; He's a skilled rapper and lyricist


Ah, niggas get murked The perk? I think I'm blessed cause I'm eye-seeing them Roc Mars said it's cause I got bars and I'm nicer than them They all right, I ain't as biased as him Nah, I'm lying, them niggas drier than psoriasis skin
He's killed many people, which he considers an advantage; Roc Mars thinks he's blessed and skilled, but it's really just his lyrics and bars; He doesn't think his lyrics are superior to anyone else but secretly does; He believes other rappers have dry, uninteresting lyrics


Lyrically, I'm a messiah to them Sing 'em a rockabye It's gonna be Mega Action happening when you Roc with Sai That's M.A.R.S., motherfucker, and I'm not gone lie Hip-Hop is something we came to occupy Tell 'em why
Others view him as an important and legendary rapper; He'll rap and calm them down, and they'll experience something special; When they all come together, they'll create explosive music and success; Hip-Hop is his purpose and passion, and he'll continue to make it his own; He's telling listeners how Hip-Hop is important and will continue to hold value


Mega Action Bronson Roc Mars Saigon Mars
This is the list of rappers working together on the song MARS




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: William Paul Mitchell, Arian Asllani, Cory McKay, Rakeem Calief Myer, Brian Daniel Carenard

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