Cormega was raised in Long Island City, Queens, forming childhood friendships with future rappers such as Nas, AZ, Nature, and Capone-N-Noreaga.
1980s
He was featured on Hot Day's "Going Straight Up" from his album "It's My Turn". He was also featured on Blaq Poet & DJ Hot Day's track "Set It Off" from their album "Without Warning" in 1991.
1990s
Cormega was sentenced to 5–15 years in prison for armed robbery in 1991. Despite his incarceration, Cormega gained some attention following a shout-out from Nas on his song "One Love", from the critically acclaimed Illmatic album.
Cormega was released from prison on appeal after serving almost 4 years in New York's Mid-State Correctional Facility. Following his release in 1995, Cormega became determined to pursue rapping. Nas included him on a song entitled "Affirmative Action" for his second album It Was Written. The song also featured AZ and Foxy Brown, and became The Firm's first appearance. Based on his performance, he was signed to Def Jam and recorded an album called The Testament. Based on the buzz from "Affirmative Action," Nas, his manager Steve Stoute and producers Dr. Dre and Trackmasters joined to produce The Firm. Cormega was replaced with another artist, Nature, because either he would not sign a contract with Stoute or Stoute felt Nature was a better rapper. This led to an alleged altercation between Cormega and Nature. Cormega's dispute with Stoute also ended his friendship with Nas. Following the end of his membership in The Firm, Alex Trojano contributed in producing his album The Testament. Meanwhile, following a falling-out over creative differences with his manager Chris Lighty and Def-Jam imprint Violator Records, his debut album The Testament was indefinitely shelved. During the recording for The Testament Cormega responded to Nas' "One Love" in the form of a letter also entitled "One Love".
2000s
In 2000, he was released from his contract and he started his own record company, Legal Hustle Records. Cormega vented his disappointment with Nas and The Firm in a mixtape song titled "Never Personal".This song was never directly pointed to Nas, but the media made it look like that. In 2001, he released his new debut album, The Realness, which was acclaimed by critics. Many of the songs share a theme of betrayal. Nas responded to Cormega on his song "Destroy and Rebuild" from his album Stillmatic. Cormega retaliated with more mixtape tracks, "A Slick Response" and "Realmatic". Nas revisited the Cormega beef in his song "The Cross" on the album God's Son. In reference to Cormega, Nas rapped "What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be/The next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see/ Jealousy he love me to death and I'm buggin I love him for life/ We both still mournin on our mother's life" (referencing the fact that Cormega's mother was murdered when he was four).
Cormega's follow-up album, The True Meaning won the Source Magazine's prestigious Underground Album of the Year Award. In 2004, he followed up with Legal Hustle (a compilation album showcasing his label's artists) and other talented hip-hop lyricists such as Ghostface Killah, Large Professor, AZ, Kurupt, Jayo Felony, and several others. This album is considered by some as more of a project than an actual solo album; nonetheless it was well received. In 2005, he was able to release The Testament on his own label, which saw good reviews and sales and featured the original banned version of "Dead Man Walking" as a hidden track.
In early September 2005, Cormega posted a statement on his website that he and Nas had spoken and ended their feud. Cormega explained that their conversation had come about due to the death of Cormega's grandmother. Both rappers have stated the possibility of a collaboration. On December 22, 2006 at the Nokia Theatre Times Square, Cormega appeared on stage at a Nas concert and went on to perform with Nas (and Foxy Brown as well), further evidence that their feud is over.
The feud was settled in Cormega's home in early December 2005, when Cormega and Nas realized that it was destructive for each of them. It is not known who was responsible for their meeting but both artists are now working alone. In the mid-2000s Cormega helped produce a few albums and was featured on several songs with The Jacka and the Mob Figaz.
An album collaboration with Lakey The Kid entitled My Brother's Keeper was released independently on August 22, 2006. On November 20, 2007, Cormega finally released his DVD in-the-making Who am I?. The DVD took over four years of filming of Cormega in all aspects of his life and what others thought of Cormega, unedited. The DVD was released as a soundtrack plus DVD. Cormega intended to release an album which was to be entitled Urban Legend before T.I.'s album of the same name was released (Cormega mentions this on the Who Am I DVD, dated circa 2003); the new title is Born and Raised. The album was released October 20, 2009. The first single is called "Journey."
2010s
Cormega has stated his desire to work with a variety of artists including Scarface, Lauryn Hill, Slick Rick, as well as past collaborators M.O.P., Mobb Deep, and tha Dogg Pound.
Cormega's Album "Raw Forever" was released on 2011.
His latest work is the Album Mega Philosophy. It was produced by Large Professor and released on July 22, 2014.
The Saga
Cormega Lyrics
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(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know,
things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?
(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?
[Verse 1]
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, we're immune to those
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
[Chorus]
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin' the path chosen
from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
look at my life..
[Verse 2]
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
her friends want to drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picasso's spirit entered me
starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin'
uneffected by police intrusions
or street illusions we were consumed wit'
I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
you've been conquered
blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
[Chorus]
In Cormega's song "The Saga," the rapper reflects on the struggles and realities of life in the ghetto. He speaks about the absence of fathers and the prevalence of drug addiction in the community, and how these factors affect the children growing up there. Despite the hardships they face, the people in the ghetto are still trying to find ways to survive and make something of themselves. Cormega also acknowledges the difficulties faced by those who have been incarcerated and are trying to rebuild their lives after being released. He speaks about the challenges they face socially and mentally, and encourages them to prepare for their futures and strive for success.
The chorus of the song highlights the duality of Cormega's life, with references to both the drug trade and the mourning of fallen soldiers. Cormega references his past life as a drug dealer, and how he could still wear a black ski mask and make money off his music, but he also acknowledges that he has moved on from that life, and now uses his talents to uplift and motivate. The song also serves as a reminder of the harsh realities of life in the ghetto and the struggles faced by those who live there.
Line by Line Meaning
The saga begins
The story of my life starts here
I'm a reflection of the drama within
My experiences are a result of the chaotic world I live in
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
Growing up in the ghetto, many of my friends' mothers are addicted to crack cocaine and their fathers are absent
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
When you go to jail for the first time, no one seems to really care about your well-being
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
I see a child who is so poor that they have to wear their sneakers backwards to make them last longer
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
Sometimes I wonder if our difficult lives in the ghetto are leading us straight to hell
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
On the other hand, I wonder if God understands that we are trying to survive and make something of ourselves
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Rather than gunshots, the smell of cooking food wakes me up at night
not gun shots, we're immune to those
Gunshots are such a common occurrence in the ghetto that we have become almost desensitized to them
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
Some of my friends have already been to jail for 2-4 years
others are on the run with huge rewards
Others are living as fugitives with large sums of illegal money as their reward
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
Mothers say goodbye to their sons as they go out into a dangerous world, not knowing if they will ever return
for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
They may only see their sons one more time, at the morgue after they have been killed
life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
Life in the ghetto is complicated, and we are all just trying to survive and make enough money to eat
rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
My music is like a drug that people in the ghetto use to escape from their harsh reality
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
My life is like an intricate painting of beauty and pain
and tears shed for passed soldiers
I cry for the people I have lost in the struggle for survival
we all walkin' the path chosen
We are all just trying to make the best of the cards we have been dealt in life
from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
Our struggles start at birth and continue until we die
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
I still have the option to commit crimes and resort to violence if necessary
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
However, I know that I can make a better life for myself through my music
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
Although I am trying to make it in the music industry, I still have to hustle and make money in other ways
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Life in the ghetto is not fair, and I see young pregnant women who have nowhere to live
sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
These women have to resort to sleeping in drug houses because they have no family to turn to
her friends want to drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
Meanwhile, her friends are more interested in fighting over drug sales and drinking alcohol than helping her find a safe place to live
now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
The pregnant woman is so hungry that she can even smell the marijuana being smoked
I paint a picture vividly
Through my music and storytelling, I try to accurately depict the harsh realities of life in the ghetto
as if Picasso's spirit entered me
My artistic talent is on par with that of Pablo Picasso
starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I often contemplate my life and my struggles alone, staring up at the sky from the confines of my car
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
Too many people in the ghetto die young, and I am tired of constantly attending funerals and hearing eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
My friend Blue serves as a reminder of my past life in the ghetto, which is now in ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin'
Despite everything, my friend Blue is still able to thrive and succeed
uneffected by police intrusions
Blue is able to avoid getting in trouble with the police, even though they frequently intrude on our neighborhood and harass innocent people
or street illusions we were consumed wit'
We were once consumed with false beliefs and illusions about life on the streets, but Blue is able to rise above that
I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
As I pursue my music career and try to make something of myself, I have grown apart from some of my old friends
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
I am able to switch from a calm and collected state to a violent and ruthless one in an instant
we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
Some people are just not cut out for the struggles of the ghetto, and playing mind games with them is pointless
times change, like the climate I change
As times change and I move on to new stages of my life, I am also changing and adapting to my environment
check the forecast, I reign
I am the one to watch out for, as I am becoming more successful and powerful in my music career
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
I remember and honor both the living and the dead members of my community
those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I have not forgotten about those who are in jail and are struggling to survive
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
I understand how difficult it is to be locked up in prison
then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
Even after being released from jail, people are often mentally scarred from their experiences
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
Not only are people mentally scarred, but they may also suffer physical harm while in prison
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you've been conquered
I encourage people to do their best to prepare for their future and succeed, because otherwise they are just another victim of the harsh realities of life in the ghetto
blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Men in the ghetto often harass women to the point of asking them to send them money or care packages while they are in jail
Son, I sit inside my residence
I spend a lot of time alone, reflecting on my life and my struggles from the safety of my home
and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
I thank God for blessing me with the talent to tell my story through music, as it is an important part of the culture in the ghetto, much like graffiti and drug sales
and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
Even though I am becoming more successful, there are still many examples of racism and discrimination that I deal with on a daily basis
undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
The police and undercover agents in the neighborhood often give young black men menacing and threatening looks
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
It is a dangerous and dirty place to live, where gunshots are common and dogs defecate in the streets
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
Despite all of the hardships and struggles, people are still interested in hearing about the experiences of those who grew up in the ghetto
MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
While some of the details may be altered for the sake of art and storytelling, the experiences depicted in my music are based on real-life events and struggles
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
Even though my story and my struggles are unique to me, there are some things that connect us all, such as the fact that Jesus was a person of color with nappy hair
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CORY MCKAY
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DontGimmeLip
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
The ghetto I live in, nigga's Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
The first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards
Sleep on a mattress. When I go to make a sale
At times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
Or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well? My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gun shots, we're immune to those Some of my friends' first bids are two to fours, others on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch sons walk through the door
For the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
Life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
Rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
[Hook]
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
And tears shed for passed soldiers
We all walk in a path chosen
From the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
Look at my life
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[Verse 2]
Life ain't fair, Shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a crackhouse cause she don't got no relatives Her friends wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it is
Now she's gettin' hungry, she smell the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
As if Picasso's spirit entered me Starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
Yet his seed keeps bloomin' Unaffected by police intrusions
Or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
My mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
We ain't built the same so mind games are useless
Times change, like the climate I change
Check the forecast, I reign
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for Those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars
Then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
Prepare for your future to the best of your ability
Prosper, otherwise
You've been conquered
Blowin' up your mother's phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence
And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
Ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
And cabs that won't stop for black males
Undercovers givin' younger brothers bad stares
Fours clap, dogs crap in the grass here You love to hear the story son, the saga began here
MC's are fictitious yet the actual facts here
Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
Steven Witmer
I like his flow. He's not acting hard. He live's it and tell's it. No hidden agenda, no ego. Just raw lyrics an delivery
Derrell Arthur
Cormega had a real hard life. His story is crazy. When he was a young child. He witnessed his mother’s murder in front of him. And shortly years later he became a street dude. Plus he was very success to the point. He ran 18 blocks on some kingpin shit. I still got the Source Magazine with the article.
anthony williams
Love mega I thought I’d c my old comments,I’ve always loved this track ,dope beat and mega connected with the crazy lyrics that paint a picture
anthony williams
Classic
Kamel_du_46_Official
Frt sisn smbr im fight ivht 2 ign az not numb u know?
Kamel_du_46_Official
Ta pas vu davad ds la matrx bataill
MarcJanus
Nice track pascal
Pi Darko
mmpascal
Tobi
Bin ich auch der Meinung
legendaryoutlaw112
"Mothers watch sons walk through the doors, for the last time till they go view at the morgue." sends shivers down my spine