Voices in the night There is no way to changing, time to run or die All this standing shadows, fading one by one They don't care where you runing, I
trance I prise wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors
Nobody gets lower Nobody shuts up Strangely though someone's for hire When others are left to get by Spread wireless the virus Leaves a blank space the shape of a split mirror
: Hello, Mirror - so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while Searching, Fearless - where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial Face yourself
: [Lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [IV. Reflections of Reality (Revisited)] Hello, Mirror - so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while Searching, Fearless
inna di club and di music sweet Ya fi jook gal (jook gal) jook gal (jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (jook gal) jook gal (
inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook
: (feat. Threat, KAM, WC, Coolio, King Tee, J-Dee) [Ice Cube] Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
call's himself a looter Met this girl named Sasaco, in the naked city Things can go so very wrong, sitting on your pity Couldn't even split, it's a two
'll never go down A to the N to the DER to the SON When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton
weird while the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared and any artist that you love have veered especially when they hated the image that they mirrored
I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz
when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
them other faces And all the many places you've seen him Or the sister with his child wandering up the street Remember what you've seen in your own mirror
niggaz tapped him on the shoulder And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the place Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his bodyguards shot back Missed one but hit the other
that point, the habit apprievin' No hope to find, that you're misbehavin' Link your crupid, fuck your brewin' Flash the burgers on your crewin' 'cause the monks, skippin' from the other
