American Beauty

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Cormega - Rap, Hardcore Rap

American Beauty

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[Produced by Cormega] [Verse] Yo, it's night time, I can't sleep My pen's beggin' me to write rhymes Stories of felonies, 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 A lotta niggas use her Treat her like shit, even confuse her She had class, now she sellin' it all for cash When Marley had her, her face was more pure, body fatter Preemo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood She used to be out in Queens with DMC And then the rooftop with Big Fritz and R.P. – She was fly, she kept her shit tight Yo, if he didn't go to jail, dunn, she might've been Slick Rick's wife Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row" Dre had her on another level in the West Coast She met a lame with a drug dealer name He had her locked for a while, but then his whole style changed You know the wisdom is reflectin' the knowledge when it's manifested If not fed in due time, the mind is anorexic You understand "The Message" I know I'm gettin' too deep for some Rhyme uncut raw, the beat numb Back to the subject at hand, I called her, and said I miss her Stopped 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, asked "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 pass No longer is she lettin' niggas fuck her just for cash Whats her name, dunn? {*echoed*}

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  • Cormega