Mirrors Justin Sky (Ft. Watsky)

Verse 1 | Justin Sky

Give me the gun or give me the knife and the lightning
I strike it down, put it down for the count, I’m fighting
Renegading in different ways indicating a center staging
And breaking the curtains beyond dividing (Yah!)
I waited too long to flip up the face, the mirrors I put into place
Are patient and pacing me for a rising (Rise!)
My Frankenstein be divine I gotta relay and rely
On the borderline of my death and my birth aligning
Jekyll and Hyding a pile of diamonds I’m mining
I’m digging deeper to keep up with all the fighting
And ayo Watsky, I promise that if I die in the process
I’m coming back in three days as a Nostradamus
Bruce Banner with hammers my stamina causin damage
I took it back to the shadows, I got the ammo
Blast off, ten steps and draw
Painting the Art of War, a Sun Tzu, guns too, suffer the loss (Wooo!)

Chorus:

(Let’s Rebel), These Mirrors
(Let’s Rebel), These Mirrors
(Let’s Rebel), These Mirrors
(Let’s Rebel), These Mirrors