Mirror Mirror Lryics

[Intro – Spoken, half-sung, haunting] Yeah… You only see me through the smoke screen. But what if I was the fire? Huh… [Verse 1 – Rapid flow, scene-setting] Mirror mirror, masked up in the fog, Who am I when I’m off of the blog? Off of the grid like I’m duckin’ the logs, Duckin’ the scripts that they stuff in the logs— Tellin' me jump, I been jumpin' too long. I was a pawn till I pawned the crown, Wasn’t no king, had to bleed that sound, Had to breathe that ground, talk roots, not rounds. Now I loop these doubts in a beatbox bounce. Talk back, now the beat gon' bounce— Chain broke, then the feet don’t count. Run miles through the pain like wow… In the kitchen with the flame right now. Ugh. Voices talk in stereo, One say kill it, the other say let it go. Heaven on my left, but I lean to the ghetto, Dream in the dark where the light don’t echo. Huh. Soul been fractured—half on stage, half actor. Half Past Christ, whole life feel backwards. Might just snap in a second, then mask it. Black skin magic, never been average. [Bridge – Slowed down, melodic echo] I been wearin’ all these masks... just to make it look clear. I been breakin’ all these mirrors... just to face my own fear. Who am I? Who I be? I’m a wave, I’m the sea. I’m a God, I’m a thief. I’m the breath... you can’t breathe. [Verse 2 – Flow switch, double-time bounce] Code-switch like I’m flippin’ a light, In the booth I go truth, in the world I go white. Bible on the dresser, but the Glock got sight— Who the devil when the angel won't fight? I’m a metaphor miller, I cook with the grief, Stir the trauma in a pot, add a dash of belief. I don’t write raps no more, I brief— Like a lawyer when the case too deep. Jury full of ops, but I still find peace. Peace ain’t soft, that peace got teeth. I done bit back tears for years, Now I drink 'em like gin with a splash of the street. Preach. [Verse 3 – Spoken word / jazz-like rhythm] Father never home, but I fathered the vibe. Uncle Sam taxin’ my time, Sayin’ "This is the price when you grind." But he ain’t give me no tools, Just rules... and schools that fail us. Gave me a desk, not dreams. Gave me a cell, not scenes. Gave me a screen, not self-esteem. Gave me TikToks, not history themes. Nah… I ain’t playin’ in that matrix. Made my own world, now I raise it. Mixtape gospel, I praise it— Every bar I lay, I blaze it. This ain’t rap, it’s baptism. I drown, then rise with the prism. Rainbow scars on the rhythm, Pain in my pen got wisdom. [Hook – Catchy, repeatable] 🎶 Masks on, but I’m still gon’ shine. Mirrors cracked, but the soul’s divine. I been lost in a place called time— But I find my self in the space between lines. 🎶 (x2) [Verse 4 – Climactic, cinematic pacing] Look— I been counted out, then counted on, Then counted coins I ain’t even own. System said, “Stay calm, play along,” But I got rage in my palm, so I write these songs. Every verse is a protest sign. Every flow like a march through mine— Field full of pain where the ancestors cry, So I don’t just rap, man, I testify. Let the beat breathe... inhale truth, Exhale lies that they sell to youth. I’m a blueprint glitch, I loop then shift. I move like mist, but I hit like fists. Mind like Morse, I tap through bricks, Every metaphor is a freedom trick. Black Houdini with a mic and pitch— Make a whole crowd float from a single twitch. [Outro – Emotional release] I been a shadow in the spotlight. I been a prophet on a broke mic. I been the silence in a loud fight. I been wrong... I been right. But I ain’t never been fake— Not once. So if I gotta mask up just to keep my truth, Then I’ll make that mask a masterpiece. Now tell me what you see... When you look at me?