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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #836
Peak in subgenre #446
Author
X Konn/Sinima
Rights
Matthew Scott, 2008
Uploaded
October 26, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
Lyrics
(Verse)
It’s that constant feeling, I’m Constantine//
Fighting demons, most mortals have never seen//
But I’m not immortal, I’m vulnerable to attack//
I evade when the shit hits the fan, move back//
Like my hearts jolted, thunder bolt hit//
Get scared every night, when my brothers bolted//
That left me with no choice, so I chose drugs//
I was no longer tattooing tears like most thugs//
I grew to become, the deranged delinquent//
That’s why I’m special, I see life different//
Everything that you gaze, is reversed//
So much so that the bullshit hurts//
That this mirror image of myself, is the main protagonist//
That wavered favours to gash ma wrists//
At the moment, life is like fever pitch//
Like I’ll be the last rapper to call my mother “bitch”//
I understand that’s the way of life//
To live on a blade, like your crossing a knife//
I’m grown, but that doesn’t stop pain//
I’m stopped, but that hasn’t slowed my reign//
You waited like nineteen years for this shit//
Only because this is my sickest shit//
Once this finishes, flip the disc//
See your own face stare back, mirror image//
(Chorus)
Every demon has an angel, just know where to look//
Every street hardened gangsta is a half way crook//
The mirror image, that’s the mirror image//
Flip the disc, just to see your mirror image//
(Verse)
May 20th 1989, never dreamt I’d be born for sick rhymes//
But here I am, ignoring sick lines//
For the fuck of a final stand off with God//
I’m feeling so Judaic, like I’m at war with God//
This is a bloody tribute, a drenched salute//
To the guys laid out, the passed away army recruits//
To the dudes, that died for no reason//
For the baby that’s sat at home freezing//
For the teenager laid in the street bleeding//
For the loss of feeling, preventative breathing//
How many more lives must we lose, before we choose//
To step out of this shit into their shoes//
Feel it, the pain that come with bereavement//
Feel it, the hurt that comes after grieving//
Thinning of the hair, trapped in a snare//
No escape, once your hung, by strung horses’ hair//
(Chorus)
Every demon has an angel, just know where to look//
Every street hardened gangsta is a half way crook//
The mirror image, that’s the mirror image//
Flip the disc, just to see your mirror image//
(Talking)
What would you say?
If this was my final day
If this was how it all ended
No more friendship
The final hours count down
To the final jolt of perfection
(Verse)
Something tells me, that the end is not clear//
Like my life is starting to live by the rear//
And that fear has a grasp, only God can break//
Shame I decided to follow Hitler and dictate//
My life, to affect those living around me//
Until the hate liquidates to drown me//
I’m frowned upon, by every race and religion//
So when you come home, you find me missing//
I’m unique, that doesn’t mean I’m meek//
And that I should be silenced before I speak//
A masterpiece, each lyrics is a mosaic//
My life’s ended, and no one alive can save it//
(Chorus)
Every demon has an angel, just know where to look//
Every street hardened gangsta is a half way crook//
The mirror image, that’s the mirror image//
Flip the disc, just to see your mirror image//
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