On The Real
Cormega Lyrics


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Yea (House of Hits)
Finally up in this nigga
On the real all you crab niggas know the deal
On the real all you crab niggas know the deal
To my seed May I lead you into no breed of evil
In the categories and stories I breed my sequel
You know the money blues blunts broken 22's
Monkey see Monkey do
A shorty sipping sunny dew
Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. that's mad smokey
Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't make no noise cause we dirty
Tell the ho's to hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
And there's video taping of booming ass's on the zooming lens
Rolling on you non descript niggas
Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas
Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough
In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust

[Chorus]
On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal
On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x

Now its verbal abuse cause the mic's in use
This is your sorry excuse
Get your neck put in a noose
K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce
Over the snare drum
We reproduce like cum
Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was
Giving life to idea
Through the verse is what he does

See a close call about two clicks from my fortress
We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses
QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us
We metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is
We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no lossess
Accumalating to much cream for you to touch
Fucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers
From the ruckus
Your gone and your crew still love us
Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent
Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles
Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound
Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town

[Chorus: x2]

(Play some treats on us)
Drugs in my shirtsleeve
The side bubble converti
Eyes low cause the lye blow
Five-oh know we dirty drive slow
Write a line sipping a glass of wine
The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind
When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with
Exhale precise shine like cocian white
Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know
With diamond rolexes, that drive infinite's and lexus
So send my enimies a message
My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot
I'm still protected
So never ask why I write so violent
My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island
I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and
When I performed niggas mic's went silent
To the kid who made my man ill will bless this
(On the real)
When I catch up to your ass you know the deal

On the real





[Chorus: x4]

Overall Meaning

The song "On the Real" by Cormega is a cutting-edge rap that paints a vivid picture of the grim realities of life that exist in the ghettos of America. He is addressing "crab" niggas and tells them what they need to understand about the struggles that he and others like him have to go through to survive. Cormega affirms that in his life, he will be a leader to his children and those around him to prevent them from falling prey to the evils that befall people from poor backgrounds. By emphasising his stories and the importance of learning from those before him, he is paying respect to his ancestors and others who have come before him.


The song conveys the frustrations and hardships of life in the ghetto by using vivid images and metaphors that paint a clear picture of the rapper's environment. From living life on the edge to indulging in vices like smoking, Cormega is telling the story of his life through his music. He is taking the listener on a journey through a typical day in his life, playing out his experiences in real-time. The rhymes are raw, unfiltered, and bring out the urgency and desperation of someone trying to rise above the circumstances of their upbringing.


Overall, "On the Real" is a powerful representation of the hip hop genre at its best. It brings to light the complexity of issues that people living in poverty have to deal with and raises awareness about the need for change. Cormega’s painfully truthful delivery and excellent flow are amazing to hear as he shares his experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Yea (House of Hits)
Introduction and acknowledgement of the recording venue


Finally up in this nigga
Expression of being present and ready to perform


On the real all you crab niggas know the deal
Direct message to enemies, stating that they know what's up


To my seed May I lead you into no breed of evil
Wish to guide and protect one's offspring from negative influences


In the categories and stories I breed my sequel
As a storyteller, the artist creates new works within established genres and themes


You know the money blues blunts broken 22's
Reference to urban poverty, drug use, and gun violence


Monkey see Monkey do
Observation that people often imitate the actions of their peers


A shorty sipping sunny dew
Description of a young person drinking a cheap soda


Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. that's mad smokey
Upgrade to a more expensive liquor and car, but still indulging in smoking


Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me
Traveling comfortably with illegal weapons to protect oneself from harm


Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't make no noise cause we dirty
Staying in a high-end hotel room, but aware of one's criminal status and taking precautions


Tell the ho's to hurry in
Instructing sex workers to come over quickly


We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
Setting up an atmosphere of sensuality and partying


And there's video taping of booming ass's on the zooming lens
Filming sexual activity for personal or commercial purposes


Rolling on you non descript niggas
Engaging in criminal activity against unknown targets


Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas
Threat of violent retribution for those who try to cheat or betray others


Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough
Rolling and smoking marijuana with expertise and confidence


In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust
Reference to the loyalty and bravery of criminal associates, even in death


[Chorus] On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal
Reiteration of the song's message to enemies


Now its verbal abuse cause the mic's in use
Using rap lyrics as a form of aggressive expression


This is your sorry excuse, Get your neck put in a noose
Invoking violence and punishment for those who try to challenge the artist


K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce
Reference to a collaborator or group member who uses violence effectively


Over the snare drum We reproduce like cum
Using the beat of a song to emphasize the power and fertility of rap music


Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was
Claiming to enhance and improve the musical composition


Giving life to idea Through the verse is what he does
Describing the artistic process of creating and sharing meaningful content


See a close call about two clicks from my fortress
Awareness of danger and close proximity of enemies


We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses
Traveling in a large and intimidating group on motorcycles


QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us
Having intelligence and strategic advantage over one's enemies


We metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is
Armed with weapons and ready to assert dominance


We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no lossess
Embracing criminality and seeking to avoid any negative consequences


Accumalating to much cream for you to touch
Gaining a significant amount of money and status


Fucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers
Asserting control over one's enemies and claiming violent power


From the ruckus Your gone and your crew still love us
Surviving a violent confrontation and gaining respect even from defeated rivals


Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
Enjoying and being addicted to the criminal lifestyle and its rewards


I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent Murdered Presidents
Listing the items and activities that define the artist's success and wealth


running wild, stacking in piles Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile
Continuing to accumulate wealth and luxury through criminal activity


Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound
Referring to a specific type of gun and dangerous strategy for using it


Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town
Suggesting drug dealing as a way to gain further wealth and power


Play some treats on us Drugs in my shirtsleeve
Requesting music to be played while carrying illegal substances


The side bubble converti Eyes low cause the lye blow
Driving in a convertible car, relaxed and high on drugs


Five-oh know we dirty drive slow
Awareness of police presence and driving carefully to avoid detection


Write a line sipping a glass of wine The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind
Multitasking between writing lyrics and enjoying a luxurious lifestyle while asserting dominance over one's territory


When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with Exhale precise shine like cocian white
Boasting about one's creative abilities and delivering lyrics with skill and precision


Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know With diamond rolexes, that drive infinite's and lexus
Comparing oneself to famous drug lords and associates who have achieved extraordinary wealth and luxury


So send my enimies a message My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot I'm still protected
Threatening enemies and demonstrating protection from harm through wardrobe choice


So never ask why I write so violent My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island
Justifying violent and aggressive lyrics as a product of personal experience and environment


I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and When I performed niggas mic's went silent
Maintaining composure and confidence while others try to imitate and compete


To the kid who made my man ill will bless this (On the real) When I catch up to your ass you know the deal
Sending a specific message to a person who has wronged the artist, promising vengeance and retribution




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kyron Jones, Kenneth Lewis, Cory McKay, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Marlon Lu'ree Williams

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Makiveli Bryant

This track is Legendary πŸ—‘οΈβŒ›βš–οΈβš‘πŸ‘‘πŸŒ¬οΈ and Timeless

Kyle Gould

There's not one joint that exists on this entire planet with just Nas and Mega. We've been waiting almost 30 years. Mega... Make it happen my man

Jus Easy

Nas will be on Cormega's "The Realness II"

str8duval

It's happening

Darren Duval

mommy was my best

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Anthony Kojalowicz

Whats crazy is that Nas originally wanted his second album done solely by Marly! And this was done right before he hooked up with Stout.

DJ ST

β€œIt was written” ended up classic as is …would have been nice for β€œI am” though ….the production slid down hill on that one ….Marley has a bar …he always come correct.

Antho Icewater

Had this on a mix tape 95-96 timeframe along with You'll See by Big and LOX had to be the best underground mixed tape I ever heard

Antho Icewater

@Carlos Palacios that would be it ! Miss that era

Carlos Palacios

Bad Boy Vol 3 mixed by Stretch Armstrong. It was the second song on side a.

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