Thun & Kicko
Cormega Lyrics


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Prodigy
Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin when the mics plugged in
Barkin through the speakers like you got no sense
You're wild on the 2 inch
Got your platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been around the world movin
And it come right back around to the ground on it
Now its time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit
Stuck where we started at
Fuck that
Not because I have to we want to
I love this shit
The raw is what I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on
Swinging they fists
Ready for war but its a different type of effect
Its not violence
They're just tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the sound bank
Put under the drum
Numbed off of our shit
Now who you rocking with them or us
Deep love or cheap lust
QB or bust
Infamous til we pass on
You're laughing at the wrong kid I take action
The fam are confidants, nigga
I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the stage floor I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL and lose it
Say no more
Brace your delf nigga its on

Cormega
Who tale you tellin
Are you frail or felon
Were you makin sounds or watchin niggas sellin
You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid em
You never felt the moisture in the air from coke boiling
You never felt the razor scrapin your plate your hands achin
Yet you keep choppin cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin a gun like fuck it dun
Its him or me
At your best you wasn't hand to hand
No more than 3 grams
What the fuck you know about a ki man
You never hustle
Lets get it right my nigga wild woulda stuck you
Stop dry snitchin in your rhymes listen
What you tryin to do help the guys in blue
Indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you
You a parasite you never had a life
So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night
Its clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal motherfucker
The real make the fake niggas kneel
And lose appetites when you taste nigga's steel
My rhymes are what it take to get a deal
That make it real
I'm like BIG you can't replace the skill
I laced your ill like cocaine in scarface's grill
Your motherfuckin flow is basic kill
I'm Cor Mega raw forever
Y'all niggas know my steez I'm reppin for Queens
Your minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
Your whole team is pussy
When I squeeze vaginas bleed
My lyrics they official
I bag up coke on dishes made of crystal
Your niggas they will miss you
My nickel plated pistol got 16 shots
You can take em with you
To the coffin or DAs office
Surgery nurses screamin we lost him
Life suddenly divorced and fuck it it cost him
You want beef say no more




Brace your delf nigga its on
We spray 4 4 s bitch

Overall Meaning

In Thun and Kicko by Cormega and Prodigy, both rappers deliver verses that question the authenticity of other rappers' claims of being involved in street life. They question their actual involvement and criticize them for profiting off of the stories of other people's hardships, without ever having experienced it themselves. Prodigy calls out rappers who present themselves as tough and thuggish in their music but are nothing more than "notebook crooks" who fabricate their image to sound authentic. He uses a number of metaphors, such as "backseat criminal" and "analog outlaw" to describe these rappers, who make their music sound rough and rugged but are actually just a façade. Cormega's verse takes on a more confrontational tone as he calls out rappers who "exploit n****s' lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em." He highlights these rappers' lack of experience in dealing with drugs and violence but, rather than criticizing how they present themselves in their music, Cormega takes a more personal approach and calls them parasites. In his verse, he questions their credibility and challenges them to show their involvement and talk about their experiences, instead of being a "notebook crook."


Line by Line Meaning

Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef
You pretend to be tough and confrontational on paper, but in reality, it's just empty words.


A backseat criminal who pass the heat
You're not involved in any real criminal activities, just talking about it without taking any action.


To somebody that blast the heat
You hand over the responsibility of violence to someone else who is willing to carry it out.


Man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the street
Your portrayal of the streets in your lyrics may sound impressive, but it's far from the reality of what truly happens.


A villain on the vinyl, an analog outlaw
You present yourself as a dangerous figure in your music, but it's just a persona you adopt on records.


A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
You boast about owning numerous firearms, but it's all fabricated and recorded on your DAT tapes.


You thuggin when the mics plugged in
You only act tough and aggressive when you're performing and the microphone is on.


Barkin through the speakers like you got no sense
Your aggressive and loud delivery lacks substance and intelligence.


You're wild on the 2 inch
Your behavior becomes uncontrollable and reckless when you're in the recording studio.


Got your platinum plaques to prove it
You use record sales and achievements as evidence of your authenticity and success.


Your music's been around the world movin
Your music has gained popularity and reached different parts of the world.


And it come right back around to the ground on it
Despite your global reach, your music still resonates with the streets and the origins it came from.


Now its time to face your opponent
It's time for you to confront someone who challenges your credibility and skills.


Infamous cling to this real shit
The Infamous, a group known for their authenticity, gravitates towards genuine and raw music.


Stuck where we started at
We remain rooted in the same place and principles we began with.


Fuck that
We reject anything that deviates from our original intentions and values.


Not because I have to we want to
Our dedication to this genre is not a result of obligation, but a genuine desire to create.


I love this shit
We have genuine affection and passion for hip-hop.


The raw is what I live for
We thrive on the unfiltered and authentic essence of the music.


To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
The energy and enthusiasm of the audience motivates us to continue delivering powerful performances.


To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
Witnessing the dedication and support from fans who may not have financial means is humbling and inspiring.


Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on
The impact of our music is evident as people passionately express themselves on the dance floor.


Swinging they fists
Engaged in an intense and energetic manner.


Ready for war but its a different type of effect
Although the energy may seem confrontational, it's actually a transformative and empowering experience.


Its not violence
The intensity does not stem from a desire for violence or aggression.


They're just tranced by the advance
The audience is captivated and mesmerized by the progression and development in our music.


Tranqued by the sound bank
The variety of sounds and beats in our music induces a sense of calmness and relaxation.


Put under the drum
Immersed in the rhythm and beats of our music.


Numbed off of our shit
The impact and influence of our music desensitizes individuals to other external factors.


Now who you rocking with them or us
You must decide who you support and align with: them, referring to other artists, or us, referring to our group.


Deep love or cheap lust
Is your support based on genuine love and admiration or superficial and temporary attraction?


QB or bust
Are you loyal to Queensbridge or are you insignificant and irrelevant?


Infamous til we pass on
We will remain notorious and influential until the end of our lives.


You're laughing at the wrong kid I take action
If you underestimate or mock us, you'll face the consequences as we retaliate.


The fam are confidants, nigga
The members of our group are trustworthy and loyal individuals.


I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
My lyrics are explosive and devastating, eradicating any hopes you have of becoming superior in this industry.


As we move through the stage floor I need to bass more
During our performances, I require an increase in bass frequencies to enhance the impact and intensity of the music.


So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL and lose it
The heightened sonic experience will transport the audience into a state of frenzy and abandon.


Say no more
There is no need for further explanation or discussion.


Brace your delf nigga its on
Prepare yourself for what is to come because the battle has begun.


Who tale you tellin
What fictional story are you trying to portray?


Are you frail or felon
Are you weak and vulnerable or a hardened criminal?


Were you makin sounds or watchin niggas sellin
Were you creating music or simply observing others engage in illegal activities?


You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid em
You profit from exploiting the struggles and experiences of others in your lyrics, but distance yourself from them in reality.


You never felt the moisture in the air from coke boiling
You lack firsthand experience of the intense environment and dangers associated with the drug trade.


You never felt the razor scrapin your plate your hands achin
You have never personally experienced the arduous and difficult tasks involved in the drug trade, like cutting drugs with a razor on a plate.


Yet you keep choppin cause there's paper to make
Despite not understanding the hardship, you continue engaging in illicit activities because it's profitable.


You never felt the power of invincibility
You haven't experienced the false sense of invulnerability that comes with being involved in criminal activities.


Clutchin a gun like fuck it dun
Holding onto a firearm without any hesitation or concern.


Its him or me
You adopt a mindset where it's either you or your adversary, no room for negotiation or compromise.


At your best you wasn't hand to hand
Even at your most successful point, you were not conducting direct drug transactions face-to-face.


No more than 3 grams
Your involvement in the drug trade was limited, handling small quantities of drugs.


What the fuck you know about a ki man
You have no real understanding or experience with a kilogram of drugs.


You never hustle
You have never worked hard and persevered in the streets to make a living.


Lets get it right my nigga wild woulda stuck you
If you were in the presence of someone truly dangerous like Wild, he would have physically harmed or intimidated you.


Stop dry snitchin in your rhymes listen
Cease providing incriminating information or implicating others in your lyrics and pay attention to the consequences.


What you tryin to do help the guys in blue
Are you attempting to assist law enforcement by providing them with valuable information?


Indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you
You're using the arrests and prosecutions of others as material for your rhymes and music.


You a parasite you never had a life
You survive by latching onto and exploiting the lives and stories of others because you lack a significant personal existence.


So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night
You incorporate the experiences and narratives of others into your lyrics, as if they were a part of your own life.


Its clever when you write it
You believe your manipulation and exploitation of others' lives in your lyrics is skillful and smart.


Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
Your confidence and bravado in addressing criminal activities contrast with the fact that you have never faced legal consequences for your actions.


You know the deal motherfucker
You should be aware and knowledgeable of the consequences and realities.


The real make the fake niggas kneel
Genuine and authentic individuals force fake individuals to submit and acknowledge their inferiority.


And lose appetites when you taste nigga's steel
Fake individuals become intimidated and lose their confidence when faced with the threat of physical harm.


My rhymes are what it take to get a deal
The quality and skill displayed in my lyrics are sufficient to secure a record deal.


That make it real
My authenticity and talent legitimizes my music and distinguishes it from others.


I'm like BIG you can't replace the skill
Similar to the late rapper Biggie Smalls, my talent and skill cannot be replicated or substituted.


I laced your ill like cocaine in scarface's grill
I enhanced and improved your mediocre music like the cocaine that Scarface snorted.


Your motherfuckin flow is basic kill
Your flow and delivery lack originality and creativity, resulting in a mundane and predictable style.


I'm Cor Mega raw forever
I, Cormega, am consistently authentic and unfiltered in my music, permanently.


Y'all niggas know my steez I'm reppin for Queens
Everyone is aware of my style and demeanor, as I proudly represent and advocate for Queens.


Your minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
You are insignificant and inferior in comparison, while I am on a grand scale of success, comparable to Mark McGwire's influential achievements.


Your whole team is pussy
Your entire group or crew lacks courage and authenticity.


When I squeeze vaginas bleed
When I exert my dominance and power, it causes fear and intimidation, even among those who claim to be tough.


My lyrics they official
My lyrics are legitimate and authoritative, representing something genuine and true.


I bag up coke on dishes made of crystal
I am involved in drug trafficking, specifically cocaine, and I package it on luxurious and expensive crystal dishes.


Your niggas they will miss you
Your associates and friends will mourn and long for your presence when you face the consequences of your actions.


My nickel plated pistol got 16 shots
I possess a firearm, specifically a nickel-plated pistol, with a capacity of 16 bullets.


You can take em with you
If a conflict arises, you will not survive, as those bullets will be used against you.


To the coffin or DAs office
The bullets will bring you either death or legal prosecution.


Surgery nurses screamin we lost him
Medical professionals will desperately try to save you, but eventually declare you dead.


Life suddenly divorced and fuck it it cost him
Your life will be abruptly taken away, tearing you apart from everything you hold dear, and the price you pay is your own life.


You want beef say no more
If you desire confrontation or conflict, then we will gladly oblige without hesitation.


Brace your delf nigga its on
Prepare yourself for the consequences of your actions, as the battle has officially commenced.


We spray 4 4 s bitch
We use and discharge our firearms against our enemies without remorse, asserting our dominance and power.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALBERT J. JOHNSON, CORY MCKAY, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@openworld9504

You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
A villain on the vinyl; an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT, taped southpaw
You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
You wild on the two inch
Got your platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been around the World movin'
And it comes right back around to the ground, don't it?
Now it's time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at
Fuck that, not because I have to, we want to
I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
Wylin' on the dancefloor
When they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
They're just tranced by the advance
Tranqu'ed by the sound bank
Put under the drum, numbed off of our shit
Now who you rockin' wit'? Them or us?
Deep love or cheap lust? QB or bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
You laughing at the wrong shit, I take action
Defend my confidantes
Nigga, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
And lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on..

Verse 2: (Cormega)

(yo, back up yo..)

Whose tale you tellin'? Are you frail or felon?
Were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'?
You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
You never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'
You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' a gun like, fuck it thun, it's him or me
At your best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the fuck you know about a ki', man?
You never hustled
Let's get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryin' to do? Help the guys in blue?
Indict thuns so that can be another rhyme for you?
You a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night
It's clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel
And lose appetites when you taste niggas steel
My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill, I laced it ill
Like cocaine in Scarface's grill
Your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
Y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
You minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
Your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed
My lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
Your niggas, they will miss you
My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots, you can take 'em with you
To the coffin or DA's office
Surgery, nurses screamin', "We lost him!"
Life suddenly divorced him
Fuck it, it cost him
If you want beef, say no more
Brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!



All comments from YouTube:

@ChelseaFootballClub1905

Still can’t believe prodigy’s gone man, this shit is legendary and his legacy will live on.

@ahayahyashayah9093

Absolutely

@feb88shabz

Read his book my infamous life

@mistaskeem

💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

@reyesanaya8729

P is forever 333

@Rikanlynx86

One of the hardest diss tracks in history imo

@fleamarketmixtape3793

nah that other mega shit was fire though wit dolorean

@ninjanizzle

@@fleamarketmixtape3793 yea fuck nas and nature #1 this is hard too though.

@spooneyfolkz

mega went fuckin crazy 🔥🔥

@turhanhenderson3803

@@Denise99881 Stop it, Mega smoked Nas just with Love in Love out.

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