(Cormega). Yo, its night time I can't sleep. My pens beggin' me to write rhymes. Cory's a felony despite time. I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue.
[Cormega]. I ain't forget the hunger pangs. Stomach growlin like thunder and rain. Fame calmed the savage that I once became. My status wasn't established from trying to get a name.
(Cormega). Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction. Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn. You sided with the judge I ain't a hater. I don't love squellers thats me.