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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 entitlement
I'm the answer to the question like Iverson
Now finesse the mic, very inspiring
Handle giving competition, 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 shit 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 fucking 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 title
(Skrrt) woah
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 entitlement
I'm the answer to the question like Iverson
Now finesse the mic, very inspiring
Handle giving competition, 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 shit 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 fucking 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 title
(Skrrt) woah
