knock knock knock*} Embetted into the minds of kids, women and ticking time bombs, warned to bite my tongue BLEEP that! Ain't this America? where it's
what's next Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America
at this time Now he's a brilliant mistake He thought he was the King of America But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams A trick they do with mirrors
and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America
She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She'
back to states They say tone the music down you might sell a lot a records But it's people out here dying and none of em heard the message Took my wifey on mission trip - central america
the rhyme to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time vocal with a mirror to make sure my
do but don't do it like me Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America People, see these window I see through Off they mirror
See I come from a time where they didn't put rear view mirrors on passenger sides of vehicles And this is for those that still drink malt liquor Put
America never hurts They say America never cries Like no one's lonely in America Like no one's lonely in America They say America never hurts They say America
you look in the mirror of Black America Tell me who's killing who? Drug dealers are doin' the cherry in our community Destroy Black America, brother
Oakland, California I was on my own at a early age That's why I'm filled with rage I know the system is responsible For the conditions of my black folks in the ghetto All across America
Divine Good-Bye, baby Baby, good-bye Divine, oh Divine Falling like a picture of time Oh he was the Mother of America He was my self-determined guru
fizzy and funny and fine, And so pretty, Miss America can just resign! GIRLS La la la la . . . MARIA See the pretty girl in that mirror there: GIRLS What mirror
the hoes are my opponent I gun you bitches down and now yo' niggas run and want it But I'm packin' something fo' you hoes in America Demon's in my body
of 10 they dont like us. So what are you gunna fuckin do? Go around em. Alright uh let's see. You guys releraes Mirror/Mirror as an EP, it had 10 songs
and so much more We can discover Into each other Indian summer Indian summer Indian summer Indian summer Night fall, fireflies light up the lawn Pink skies mirrored