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
like thet bitch nigga that killed Jam Master Jay you don't like It you can come get my ass today I'll be waitin with a vest, ski mask and K niggaz left
Level While I Get My Freak On, The Vibe Is Mental Transcendental, We Somewhere Else Now Still Rocking A Mask, But I've Taken Off My Suit You Rocking A Mask
sweet interrogation You start to hypnotize me I should not be telling you I'm flattered by your interest Who am I talking to Could be the demon with a mask
Doomed to live on ecstasy Born to lie, and we're born to cheat Look in the mirror, who do you see? Born to flee, and we're born to fight Without your mask
you feel real. Whoever thought that I could feel like this. Pull back your mask and show us all who you really are. How can you live like this, pretending
silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living for, live no longer
wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living for, live no longer Couldn't resist
: [Diamond/Diamond] 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
for all my goons, reppin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in your crib Put they offer behind your wheel Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear Slippin
. 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 hide
thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before . . . Softly, deftly
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
doors of doom behind my eyes I've got their footprints all across my crimson mind Long live, long live, long live the king of mercy Long live, long live
or was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror
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
