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
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
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
: that was my cup that you smashed my yesterday drained away admit that you wouldn't like to live inside me today great expectations we had what hopes
ask the way out from the faces disguised by masks of ice but no one, no one lends a hand i need respect to keep me living not a politician's porridge
Soakin' in the my Polo kerosene While smokin' a blunt of hay Twisted blade, reachin' killers Edge'in children on the scene Scarecrow lookin' in a mirror
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
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
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