I Keep A Mirror In My Pocket (feat. billy woods, E L U C I D & Cavalier)

Armand Hammer

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PLAYLISTDJ Haram EssentialsApple Electronic

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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Armand Hammer

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billy woods

Rap

E L U C I D

Rap

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billy woods

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E L U C I D

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Cavalier

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Preservation

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Preservation

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Willie Green

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It came flooding back to me like a call to repent

I once copped from woods, ain't been the same since

The Thebes librarian, features Ramsian

Resurrect the laws, we the old gods, Hu-man museum

The confused read him like they Kanye tweets in verse form

How can that be when there's lamb's blood on the door of my firstborn

Children of the corn, it's run of the mill, see

Villagers that swarm like live in the same building, the wonder years

They beat him 'til his Jesus piece cried thug bloody tears

They want muzzles where sleepy dogs die in puddles there

They say my writing warped, carpel tunnel

"Yeah, yeah, continue, oh, great niggerologist"

Solemn was the tone

I yell in speaker phones while I'm walking brisk, dialed up

That's eight-seven on my handheld obelisk

Got Uber dreams, bounce back like the street did a collar flip

The strain name "Reparations" in my crypto wallet, minted

Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass ****

Carry your piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass ****

Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips

You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"

Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass ****

Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass ****

Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips

You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"

Don't invite me to your house

Ask me to remove my shoes, and your floors ain't clean (c'mon man)

Ain't clean

Don't invite me to your house

Ask me to remove my shoes, and your floors ain't clean

Think about that, think about this

**** ate all the greens on new year's and was still broke

I ain't had a Afro since the eighth grade

Gospel rap weed pack, broke it on the hard drive

Sun-ward facing Mecca, I forget the temple number

Creeping on the come up

I like Forrest Whitaker, triple X my signature

I might not see them devils coming, but I damn sure remember 'em

Catch you on a off-day, slack-jawed and cross-eyed

World-wide psyop, what's life without wartime?

Always and forever, straight razor, edge up

Grace before I taste, who you telling?

I've been floating in an underground garage, happy birthday

Please no chocolate ganache on the damn cake

Pride kills but what kind is man-made, tad bit

Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass ****

Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass ****

Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips

You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"

Mirror, mirror, get out my face, ass ****

Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass ****

Eye on these pigs, empty advice is hollow tips

You ask me, "Why", I'm like, "The better to see you with"

You don't gotta love me, just pay me that

Or we do the hully-gully, we was never buddies

Blue points, chuck luggage

But don't touch with your mitts all grubby

Juke joint with my boots all muddy

Hugged up on the hooker like rugby

I love her, we never talk about money (never)

We never had nothing

I love her 'cause she funny

Gunny sacks of sunshine

Fat dimes, I know why everybody loved me

PhD, you know moms ain't raised no dummy

So many double negatives, I know she's sick to her stomach

If you know me, you know to leave the engine running

If you know me, you know I never let it go, and I ain't going for nothin'

Don't try and play big bro, go ahead 'fore you get headbutted

"A lot of y'all just standing there, looking at my little black ass

Y'all better get fucking lit, this is my favorite song to play

Get with it or get fucking lost (come on, man)

Y'all flew me out here, don't-, don't act brand-new now

Written by: Cavalier, E L U C I D, Preservation, billy woods

I Keep A Mirror In My Pocket (feat. billy woods, E L U C I D & Cavalier)

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