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