Correction Lyrics Paying Homage by Cormega

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Phoebe, we are a long way from being made in God's image

My dudes were catching bodies, I ain't talking records, I mean
They weren't receptive, lights affection, death desires
I was the flyest dress-wearer, diamonds and rapid fire
Weapons for any rival jeopardizing in survival
They rather tell the line, you feel the resentment
But the fear inside 'em's paralyzing
Your man is alive, but he was scared in Rikers
Acting civil in a savage climate
A real indictment of who we is, you can't deny it
Truth is heavy for liars
Lyrically, I'm a theral reminder
Of an era so epic it's time to zeep the lions
No coach is required, where venom is vipers
Enter the cypher, it becomes a different environment
Instinct replace the sense of ent**lement
I'm the answer to the question like Iverson
Now finesse the mic, very inspiring
Handle giving compet**ion, anxiety
Overwhelms those who think they are lyrically nice as me, uh

Yeah, Pray For The Evil 3
I do want to call it a trilogy, man
But we've been working with legends, man
I feel like we should just keep this sh*t going
Yo, 'Mega, I appreciate you, woe, uh (Brrr)
I was slangin' dimes and nicks when 'Mega had the Sterling (Uh-huh)
Lil' clean, two-fifth stuffed inside the Sherlyn (Bow)
I was reppin', lil' Wiz ride in my sock (Ride in my sock)
Yo, 'Mega, you a legend in the 'bridge and the Roc (Brooklyn too)
We connected in the game, now perfection is the aim (Boom)
It's looking like a mirror, woe, reflection is the same
It's a honor and a privilege (Uh-huh) to start it and finish (Yeah)
Uh, to do a f**king song with godfathers in business (Woo)
The Upper Scottie and Gelotti got me coughing in the lobby
Each verse worth a killin', bring a coffin for the body (Yeah)
I bang on the rivals to slang for survival
Big European thing with my name on the t**le (Skrrt)
Woah

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