[Cormega]
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Yo, its night time I can't sleep
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My pens beggin' me to write rhymes
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Cory's a felony despite time
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I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue
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I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song
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Hip hop cannot ignore me for long
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I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her
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Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her
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She had class now she sellin it all for cash
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When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
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Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood
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She used to be out in Queens with DMC
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And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P.
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She was fly she kept her shit tight
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Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife
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Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row"
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Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast
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She met a lame with with a drug dealer name
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He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed
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You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
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If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic
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You understand the message
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I know I'm gettin to deep for some
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Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb
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Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her
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Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her
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Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence
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Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons
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She was stressed because she missed Pac
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She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?'
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I love her like a mother, my physical path
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She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past
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And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed
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No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash
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Whats her name dun? *Echoed*
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American Beauty
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Cormega |