Mirrors

Daz Guy, mirrors on the wall
My reflections

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Broken glass upon the floor
Wonder if I piece 'em back together will we see the Lord (Will we see him)

Will we see the Lord?
Open up my bible write a verse and then I write some more
I can turn reflections to message, revel my rap galore
Plant a seed in minds, know my lines supersede alkaloids
That a boy, hit you from 30 feet, that's all net
This a Boston Massacre, play the game like I'm Garnett
Bench ride, that's what you niggas do as my pen slide
Word to Fugees, yeah you can run, but no you can't hide
Seen a fiend handle the rock, he think he Kyrie Irving
Pennsylvania Ave on the block, you know the cops is swervin'
Corner boys chill in the spot, them niggas yelling diesel
You could get full off my rhymes from all the bars I feed you
Never let a nigga direct your future for future reference
Convoluted conscience, my focus is on a different level
Index, watch the price change throughout my rap career
Windex, wipe off your mirrors to see reflections clear (Do you see me, nigga)

You know, I wonder if we take these broken pieces
Put 'em back together, will we see the Lord
What's your reflection

Please don't call me genius, yes no, I'm flattered yeah
It's just that the world that surrounds us, I'm just too aware
I been at a stage where my introversion is out of line
I took Virgin Mary's virginity when I fucked her mind
Oops, did I take it too far
Well, let me dedicate a line to the righteous and poor
If I give 120 it could open your doors
To new levels never experienced in your life before
For the record, I recommend you reflect what's in the mirror, I
Said fuck the world, fuck you, this is ménage à trois
Protocol, formulate flows so I could kill 'em all
Calle de la boca, new king in castle, this Alcázar
Alcatraz, the world a prison, my mind is breaking out
School is Neutrogena, been learning more since my dropping out
Dropped jaws, jealousy get you kicked to the curb, homie
Put in all this work, now I'm getting what I deserve, homie

Yeah, I know they can't stand me

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Broken glass upon the floor
Wonder if I piece 'em back together will we see the Lord

Or the Devil? I talk to bro through a Ouija board
Allegore, listen for metaphors as I up the score
Pissy alleyways on the Avenue, have a sip or more
Smoking on that OG kush, nigga you back for more
Sand, soda ash and limestone my mind on
Broken piece of glass, I laugh at your division
You believe in me as you're following your religion
Talk about superstition, better find what you missing

You better open your mind up
This life ain't nothing, but mirrors