Hey the living mask Is around to amuse your mind He takes short delights And special rights Mirror of the times, He looks well tonight No one's below
your chest, lose your balance You never had no drama with the real, now ya want it? My skill got you haunted, my ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout
a broad Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Boobonic] I'm starting wit the man in the mirror Mask need to make that
of these facts Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball
know, ski mask and shit I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it Im trynna live it how no other nigga ever lived it! Chorus
shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos, they said That they knew the cat, exactly where he live
in the will All to the old girl see ya'll hoes betta chill Now back to the game lotsa nigga been dying for this Done lost they lives to this Got me
design She summons the fire from her hips Flamingo blood melts down her lips But the light would not share her From behind the bending mirror, pulling
mirror I face the truth The fact That I am nothing" Orphan...crawl to your cross Orphan...receive your chain Days of torment Days of truth Living hell
In the mirror I have seen him And he scares me The creature behind the mask I wear I know his name is fear In the mirror he's looking back at me I have
dawn is born Strike fear, all units act as one Thin red line, the power of man Ours is the path of light Redemption through superior fire power Mirrors
respect the professionals Head doctor Head hunter Scratch your surface Lost somewhere Accepted vulnerability Transparent Open for courtesy Notice me Your living in a world made of windows and mirrors
razor You were there when my dreams had all turned to dust And the man in the mirror was a stranger Look at me now, a soulless survivor No mask can
collapses against the bottom of the tub. I see my reflection in the mirror and soapy foam has formed a half smile over the black nylon mask I am wearing
Tears run down my face just like the last No different from yesterday Sick from the mirror Do these prayers, feel sincere? The dirt never washes clear
shawn prince. use to hustle off the porch we aint have no fence, mask on no gloves they aint have no prints. Nigga! i turn a slice of bread into a loaf, we live
s under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post up waitin' wit the toaster Hit you from close up Bare face No black mask no silencers
