P&Q - M I R R O R Lyrics

Running away
No more to say
You say you will pray
But if you don't it's okay
Look at today
Heart full of clay
You Aiken or Thompson?
Two in the face
More talking than walking
It sure is a shame

All of these rappers I can't find a lyricist
Exactly the reason I even got into this
Somehow they make it to national
Then they complain for their lack in their capital
Tell me just how this is practical
I swear I be working it daily without a sabbatical
I just wanna cook the bodies with the music
Fed up with people yeah call me a cannibal
Call me a cannibal
Rap like an animal
Write it on paper be careful it's flammable
I rap about God you rap about plants but nothing botanical
Maybe I should scream my raps like Tekashi
Or I can mumble about a Bugatti
Screw it gimme a ghost writer then I'll be a carbon copy tatting all my body
Killing the game
You playing the game
Sold your soul on a dotted line
Yeah you're totally safe
These rappers have a lil in their name
Syrup and lean
Jacking Lil Wayne
Carter bombarded with no names that be getting fame
They're music's the same paid milli-a-milli
I'm sick of all these fakes
Sick of all the petty talking
Can't you hear the bombs I'm dropping
Call it Nagasaki cause the industry needs to be rooted up from the ground up
The sound of these rubber-lipped circus monkeys need to shut up
Because the true rap fans wanna get more than just another turn up
Freaking ridiculous
You know they're using the influence that's continuing eulogy
In ambiguous effluence but then make it conspicuous
Think I'm getting the gist of this probably think
I'm a pessimist but I know that you're the dirty pest in this
Gunning for the rapper who just needs a little motivation
Don't you think that you're the only person that is fighting Satan
No more hesitation I am writing without limitation
Talking to the generation tell them that I'm dedicated
Shout out to the people who can stick up
For a lyricist who doesn't need to worry 'bout him being on a waiting list

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We gon' ride
We gon' ride
Bruh
I'm just sick and tired
Oh my God
Oh my God

Yeah
Sick and tired
Of how these phonies get admired
I sit and watch them on their cyphers
Stalking like I'm Michael Myers
Sneaking up behind them while I'm holding on a butcher's knife
Keep it at a distance while I'm lurking keepin outta sight
Getting the jump on 'em while the music is bumping
And then I take out the microphone
Then I bust out their collarbone
All these rappers are monotone
Blow them out like a baritone
Then I shout in a megaphone
That they're fake made of silicone
And they're talent is overblown
Better gimme a telephone
'Cause these wack mumble rappers need to get off the throne
Yeah sit and moan you should've known you'd be overthrown
But you don't know your zone
You stupid clone Judge Dredd but no Stallone

Gunning away
Lot more to say
You're not gotta pray
Don't think it's okay
Stuck in yesterday
Heart full of clay
You Aiken or Thompson
Two in the face
More talking than walking
It sure is a shame

Moving on to these Christian rappers
Most of them care more bout their status
Just when I thought that I was past this
They go mainstream then forget their pastors
Bunch of He-Men but none of them masters
They tell me slow down I go faster
Didn't you catch that drake verse back there
Don't you worry this is the last verse
Some of y'all like to curse
Smoke and drink with no remorse
Flirt with girls your second course
Use your phone to watch some porn
Wipe your mouth and ask for more
Innocence is what you mourn
Guilty staying up til morn'
Had a rough night Demi Moore
Tell me just what are you living for
You won't let the Son past the door
Leave Him out just to catch a cold
Then open up for a chilling word
How do I know this
What you can't notice
That I am broken
Down in my lowest
Looking in the mirror cause my vision isn't clearer
I just need to pull the trigger I just need to pull the trigger yeah

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We gon' ride
We gon' ride
Bruh
I'm just sick and tired
Oh my God
Oh my God