Ace Phalos - Mirrors Lyrics

Okay
I might just start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim lit
Wit no hiccup
No I aint tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook and she loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back
Recoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All these crabs in a bucket
I'm lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth too different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Ain't talkin Sega
No street fighter Vega
Can't be on the fence
Or it's finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And the mirror effect, it'll never end
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in the streets had to get it in
No choice
Or at least that what it feel like
When you ain't got no voice
When you young, black, In America
Tryna dodge the whole damn force
Running up them back alleys
Trying not to scuff my forces
Shout out to them hood moms
Let us duck out on they porches
No they ain't condone it
They just know
What's really real
Seen it and I lived it
Give a fuck how niggas feel
You get out now or get locked up
Or fuck around and get killed
Get out now or get locked up
And fuck around and get killed
GET OUT
Okay
I might just start switching this shit up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim is lit, wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real
She spoiled, yeah
Yeah
Bitch, I just came out the lions den
Already been thrown in the fire
Got rid of the pride and desire
For nothing but flier
In order to win
Cut the head off Leviathan
Hold up, slow up
I think went over they head again
Let me take this shit backwards
Let 'em know
With the flow, I'm so cold
Bitch I'm Iverson
Don't even talk about practice
I put 'em on ice with the hat trick
Slicing through 'em, with the magic
Wit a bad chick that might cut ya
Or she
Could just be reaching chapstick
She know how shoot if its plastic
She know what to do when its drastic
You know I'm not engineered to get
Caught up in the mix
I got it mastered
All the years I done preserved
Through disaster
Reverse every spell on the caster
Rehearse ya confession to pastor
Been killin this shit from beginning to end
Pray that the lord forgive every sin
These seconds they keep moving faster
Okay
You know when I flow
It's a stick-up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim lit
Wit no hiccup
No I aint tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook and she loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back
Recoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All these crabs in a bucket
I'm lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth too different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Ain't talkin Sega
No street fighter Vega
Can't be on the fence
Or it's finish him
Finish Him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And the mirror effect, it'll never end
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in the streets had to get it in
No choice

Okay
I might just start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim lit
Wit no hiccup
No I aint tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook and she loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back
Recoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All these crabs in a bucket
I'm lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth too different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Ain't talkin Sega
No street fighter Vega
Can't be on the fence
Or it's finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And the mirror effect, it'll never end
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in the streets had to get it in
No choice
Or at least that what it feel like
When you ain't got no voice
When you young, black, In America
Tryna dodge the whole damn force
Running up them back alleys
Trying not to scuff my forces
Shout out to them hood moms
Let us duck out on they porches
No they ain't condone it
They just know
What's really real
Seen it and I lived it
Give a fuck how niggas feel
You get out now or get locked up
Or fuck around and get killed
Get out now or get locked up
And fuck around and get killed
GET OUT
Okay
I might just start switching this shit up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim is lit, wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real
She spoiled, yeah
Yeah
Bitch, I just came out the lions den
Already been thrown in the fire
Got rid of the pride and desire
For nothing but flier
In order to win
Cut the head off Leviathan
Hold up, slow up
I think went over they head again
Let me take this shit backwards
Let 'em know
With the flow, I'm so cold
Bitch I'm Iverson
Don't even talk about practice
I put 'em on ice with the hat trick
Slicing through 'em, with the magic
Wit a bad chick that might cut ya
Or she
Could just be reaching chapstick
She know how shoot if its plastic
She know what to do when its drastic
You know I'm not engineered to get
Caught up in the mix
I got it mastered
All the years I done preserved
Through disaster
Reverse every spell on the caster
Rehearse ya confession to pastor
Been killin this shit from beginning to end
Pray that the lord forgive every sin
These seconds they keep moving faster
Okay
You know when I flow
It's a stick-up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
It's a new victim lit
Wit no hiccup
No I aint tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook and she loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back
Recoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All these crabs in a bucket
I'm lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth too different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Ain't talkin Sega
No street fighter Vega
Can't be on the fence
Or it's finish him
Finish Him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And the mirror effect, it'll never end
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in the streets had to get it in
No choice