answers, to fight who?s blame I suffocate my feelings, this is not a shame I never think you?re an idiot I?m so shy again Trough this mirror, trough
performance More reinforcements are necessary Vocabulary slapped your capillaries Adversaries are buried and made imaginary in my stadium, homo sapien brains
help but nod your head to the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror
for steady Murdering crews and there point of views Im like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic In a stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit Mirror mirror
the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
so Verse One: Bigg Jus Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby I pick apart monkey brains
. I love the JVC Force and MC Shan, but draw upon dreams and fractured memories. I've factored remedies and syrums into this equation. I hold up one mirror
, shake me to the brain Oh sorrow, oh shame I've locked myself in a room again A glossy of you next to my face Looking in the mirror I see us frozen
-silver shot. Flood your brain, worship the dogs. Tonight your shivering, filled with ease. But life goes on the great deceit. Razors-needles-acid prick
' on my brain, put it all together, and this is what I get Kinda like an acid trip you'd take in '69 When it was stronger Looked in the mirror and this
hangin' on my brain Put it all together and this is what I get Kinda like an acid trip you'd take in '69 When it was stronger Looked in the mirror and
necro rules I'm above the constitution My shit stays bubblin like burned flesh My rhymes are acid on clorox solution Your eyes are burnt once the acid
started from the beginning to the end what do you want? do you pretend? right through the fucking mirror right through the fucking wall right through the fucking mirror
3x) [B-Real] I'm in a deep yo Peep though Things are on the fallout Kids all lookin' to peel my way back I figure that shit out The other day The review mirror
Fate your pleasure increases As a friendly undead morning acid You started to feed a power into Your harmless piece of human A hole means ahead on the
shit) Bellyflops and whatnot, low audio sonar Tractor beams pullin all dreams into the polar Symetic solar systematically scramble thoughts like eggs on Sunday morning, OJ and acid
