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

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 nigga Carry your piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga 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 nigga Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga 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 Niggas 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 nigga Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga 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 nigga Carry the piece 'cause I don't know my place, ass nigga 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