Come On
cormega feat. ghostface killah Lyrics


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Oh, what do ya know? He comes

Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Ground you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine
'Splay your indie but say no
More or I'll blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, we got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all (Long Island)
Longevity sustaining my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
Shining his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light

A few short words, and what do ya know?
Oh, what do ya know? He comes

Ayo I'm up against these walls here, my back stiff straight up
Dazzling and razzling broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick, overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stuttering John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put the Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better than your lies
She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit!
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me
Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an iPod, you stand to download
Demanded like slaves on trial (we want free!)
Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC
So you rappers bust BB guns, graffiti runs
Through my veins since cable with the wired remote
Woodgraining like you wired his float

Come on, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin' through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original, you heard?
Come on, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin' through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original

Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Biting is forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
Floor you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula-hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And just lay whooptay whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads, and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tuning into T-La Rock and AJ
Ghostface gats is fresh squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls, you can go cruising in my OJ





A few short words, and what do ya know?
Oh, what do ya know? He comes

Overall Meaning

The song "Come On" by Cormega featuring Ghostface Killah is a powerful hip-hop track that delivers insightful raps with a confident and assured tone. The song features three rappers, Posdonus, Dave, and Ghostface Killah, who give different perspectives on the themes of power, wealth, and authenticity.


The first verse by Posdonus emphasizes his control over his life and career, boasting about his rhyming skills and giving "a percent of [his earnings] to Bert and Cory" before settling up with God "towards the end of [his] days." He also speaks about the difficulty of leading and how some would rather have him follow instead.


Dave's verse has a more aggressive and confrontational tone, as he describes his combative approach toward the music industry and his rivals. He asserts his superior skills and wealth, likening himself to "little Juan Magic" and "cutmaster kill 'em." His brash approach proved to be a stark contrast to Posdonus's more measured verses.


Lastly, Ghostface Killah's verse speaks more directly to the audience, urging them to appreciate the originality of his music and the impact of his words. He references historical figures like Loo Goo Kim and Moo Loo Inn, and adds pop culture references, such as Superman and T-La Rock'n A-J. His verse embodies the song's central message of authenticity and developing an original voice.


Overall, "Come On" is a lyrical tour-de-force that showcases the talent of these three hip-hop acts. With their clever and thought-provoking lyrics, the song delivered themes of power, wealth, and authenticity with ease, creating a piece that is reflective of the genre's contribution to contemporary music.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, whaddya know? He comes.
Introducing the arrival of someone significant.


Down, like water, fresh out the clouds, clown.
I'm unstoppable like fresh water from the clouds.


Drown you like terrible weather.
I'll defeat you like bad weather causes destruction.


Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon.
I'm confident that I'm the best, as confirmed by Carly Simon.


Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'.
Many rappers present themselves as tough, but their rhyming skills are lacking.


To all - rise and shine; give God the glory.
Wake up and praise God for a new day.


I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory,
I already donate a portion of my income to charities.


And still got bills and employees to pay.
Even with charitable contributions, I still have financial responsibilities to fulfill.


So excuse me, Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days.
I acknowledge that I owe God and intend to make it right before I die.


My ways of control is hard to swallow.
My leadership style is not always easily accepted.


Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind.
As a leader, some people would prefer to see me be subservient to others.


Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine.
I'm sorry for any disappointment, but this song is my own creation.


Dis-play your indie, but say no more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo.
You can showcase your independent style, but don't push it too far or you'll get hurt.


To the dirt, and edit the clip and lost Kano.
I'll defeat you and make sure there's no record of your existence, like the character Kano in a video game.


My mens wear problems like Timbs.
My crew carries their problems with them like Tims (boots).


See it all in they face; ask Mase, he got wars to win,
You can see the turmoil my crew faces just by looking at their faces. Mase has his own battles to fight too.


Scores to settle, crews to crush.
We have our own battles to fight and enemies to defeat.


You rush right in to see him do it with a smile.
People are quick to support and watch someone who accomplishes things with ease and pleasure.


It's Long Isle y'all; longevity sustainin' my celebrity status.
I'm from Long Island and my long-lasting fame comes from my talent and hard work.


From A-M to P-M, you see him on file, y'all.
I'm active and visible all day, every day.


I was told to step righteous, so when it's done everyone will say I stepped right.
I was advised to always do the right thing, and once my life is over, people will recognize that I made good choices.


And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop, shining' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light.
No matter if I find enlightenment through spirituality or a police encounter, I will eventually have an awakening.


Aiyyo, I'm up against these walls; here's my back, stiff, straight up.
I'm facing challenges with my back against the wall, but I'm standing strong.


Dazzle and razzlin' broads like I'm little Juan Magic.
I'm charming and impressing women like the famous magician Juan Tamariz.


Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop.
I confidently and skillfully handle microphones without any technical difficulties.


Top drama every time these commas don't drop.
Money is a source of tension and drama when there's a financial loss or lack of success.


Pop spots like lint on your shirt; the net worth.
I make hits and accumulate wealth as easily as lint sticks to clothing.


To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball; four couldn't do it, so we bring all six.
I'm skilled at basketball and can score from any court. If four players can't do it, I'll bring six to ensure victory.


I circumcise the track; you just a dick, overlapped and hooded.
I dominate the music track like a circumcision. You're just a lesser artist, with penile connotations.


Skin repeated like Stutterin' John.
I make music so good that people keep listening to it over and over, like the character Stuttering John on Howard Stern's radio show.


I repeat like yesterday; it don't stop.
My rhymes are so unforgettable that they stay with the listener, like memories of yesterday.


George of this poor life, pop, put to Scarlet; in a place she believes much better than your lies.
I share the plight of poor people like George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life. I pop like a gun and defeat enemies, like the character Scarlet in The Color Purple. Poor people have faith in a better future and don't believe the lies of those in power.


She say she lookin' better in my eyes; bullshit!
A woman claims to look better in my presence, but that's unlikely.


Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck.
She makes excuses to avoid sex, but then tries to rush it.


I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby.
Like the former comedian Bill Cosby, I seduce women with desserts and charm.


I tried to speak my piece in court, but Judge Mills paused me.
I was silenced while trying to present my case in court by Judge Harold H. Mills.


Bifocusedly die, hopeless sometimes.
I'm focused on my goals and willing to die for them, but I can feel overwhelmed and discouraged at times.


Yo, cry your poker face; you oughta try it one time.
I suggest you hide your emotions and maintain a poker face, like I do.


When God is an non pos' you stand to download.
When God is not answering your prayers, you try to understand His message or purpose.


Demanded like slaves on trial; we want free.
We demand our freedom and justice, like slaves fighting for their rights in court.


Man, cock aim ready; it's time you MC.
I'm fully prepared and confident to take on any rapper or MC.


So you rappers bust bibi guns; graffiti runs through my veins, since cable with the wired remote.
Other rappers use small guns, but my passion for graffiti art has been ingrained in me since childhood, like my affinity for cable TV and video games with wired remote controls.


Woodgrainin' like you wired his float.
I'm riding in a car with a woodgrain finish like I'm controlling it with a remote.


C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul.
Calling out to fellow rappers Tony Starks (aka Ghostface Killah) and the De La Soul group.


We was rhymin' through the frozen street since eight years old.
We started rapping together on the cold, unforgiving streets when we were just eight years old.


Take us back to eighty-eight; you couldn't catch our flow.
We were so talented at rapping in 1988 that no one could match our skill.


A group of kids so original.
We were a unique and original group of young rappers.


Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners; who got 'em?
Ghostface Killah, aka Tony Starks, has powerful guns for dealing with disrespectful people. Who else has them?


We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew and his whack dancers.
We'll use our guns to intimidate the weak, untalented performers in the Scrangelous crew.


Bitin' is forbidden, pah, pay that tax.
Copying someone's style is prohibited and requires payment of a fee.


And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back.
Don't disrespect us, or we'll reclaim the glory days of rap music.


And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men.
Our return to rap dominance will hurt our enemies like when Superman is under attack from a crowd of villains.


With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in.
Our powerful music and dynamic personalities will destroy anyone who challenges us.


For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn.
We'll make you look foolish, like the characters Loo Goo Kim and Moo Loo Inn from a popular TV show.


Hula hoop all bitches; crew full with brand new Keds.
We'll casually and easily defeat our competitors, like playing with a hula hoop. Our crew is equipped with new and stylish Keds shoes.


Cutmaster kill 'em; make sure we cut classics.
Our DJ cuts the music and sets the pace for our killing lyrics. Our music will be timeless and classic.


Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets.
We'll attack and defeat our enemies in public, and bury them in closed caskets.


Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the P-A, and just lay whooptay, whooptay?
Comparing ourselves to Saddam Hussein's violent sons, we ask how any other rappers can claim to be successful without violence or fighting battles.


Use the ruse, sport beads, and snatch a dude's toupee.
We'll use trickery and deception, wear flashy jewelry, and humiliate our opponents by removing their wigs.


Since tunin' into T-La Rock'n A-J,
We've been devoted to the pioneers of rap music, T La Rock and A.J.


Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed, like a glass of O-J.
Ghostface Killah's guns are ready for action, like a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.


Girls, you can go cruisin' in my O-J.
Ladies, you can ride in my freshly squeezed glass of orange juice, a metaphor for a nice car or lifestyle.




Lyrics Β© JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: David J. Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Dennis Coles, Eugene Record, David West

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Solarisxx

this has the same instrumental as cormega's sugar ray and hearns with large professor. I like both songs though

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