Say No More
STREETRUNNER, Cormega
No army formed against me shall prosper
Especially not yours, I stand up
You got weak posture
Ineffectively plannin' my demise
You're intellectually challenged
Not understandin' wisdom brings balance
Between sophistication and savage
I'm a different cloth (Cloth)
No similar fabric exists in rappers
Often lie, I speak my truth
A clear advantage
I wear honor like a rare medallion
On my chest lays the burden of proof
My reputation earned, not given
No words could dispute
A wise man would rebuke a servant with juice
Cup overflows for the thirstiest fool (Fool)
Yearns to consume what he's never tasted
Success is taken bitter with
Sweet and elevatin'
No expectation, no disappointment
A thorough thinker has great
Respect for preparation, uh
