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I Keep A Mirror In My Pocket
Armand Hammer, Billy Woods, E L U C I D
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It came flooding back to me like a call to repent
I once copped from woods, ain't been the same since
The Thebes librarian, features Ramsian
Resurrect the laws, we the old gods, Hu-man museum
The confused read him like they Kanye tweets in verse form
How can that be when there's lamb's blood on the door of my firstborn
Children of the corn, it's run of the mill, see
Villagers that swarm like live in the same building, the wonder years
They beat him 'til his Jesus piece cried thug bloody tears
They want muzzles where sleepy dogs die in puddles there
They say my writing warped, carpel tunnel
"Yeah, yeah, continue, oh, great niggerologist"
Solemn was the tone
I yell in speaker phones while I'm walking brisk, dialed up
That's eight-seven on my handheld obelisk
Got Uber dreams, bounce back like the street did a collar flip
The strain name "Reparations" in my crypto wallet, minted
Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass nigga
Carry your piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga
Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips
You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"
Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass nigga
Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga
Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips
You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"
Don't invite me to your house
Ask me to remove my shoes, and your floors ain't clean (c'mon man)
Ain't clean
Don't invite me to your house
Ask me to remove my shoes, and your floors ain't clean
Think about that, think about this
Niggas ate all the greens on new year's and was still broke
I ain't had a Afro since the eighth grade
Gospel rap weed pack, broke it on the hard drive
Sun-ward facing Mecca, I forget the temple number
Creeping on the come up
I like Forrest Whitaker, triple X my signature
I might not see them devils coming, but I damn sure remember 'em
Catch you on a off-day, slack-jawed and cross-eyed
World-wide psyop, what's life without wartime?
Always and forever, straight razor, edge up
Grace before I taste, who you telling?
I've been floating in an underground garage, happy birthday
Please no chocolate ganache on the damn cake
Pride kills but what kind is man-made, tad bit
Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass nigga
Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga
Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips
You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"
Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass nigga
Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga
Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips
You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"
You don't gotta love me, just pay me that
Or we do the hully-gully, we was never buddies
Blue points, chuck luggage
But don't touch with your mitts all grubby
Juke joint with my boots all muddy
Hugged up on the hooker like rugby
I love her, we never talk about money (never)
We never had nothing
I love her 'cause she funny
Gunny sacks of sunshine
Fat dimes, I know why everybody loved me
PhD, you know moms ain't raised no dummy
So many double negatives, I know she's sick to her stomach
If you know me, you know to leave the engine running
If you know me, you know I never let it go, and I ain't going for nothin'
Don't try and play big bro, go ahead 'fore you get headbutted
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"A lot of y'all just standing there, looking at my little black ass
Y'all better get fucking lit, this is my favorite song to play
Get with it or get fucking lost (come on, man)
Y'all flew me out here, don't-, don't act brand-new now
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