Mirror, Mirror, in the clouds
I wanna know how you elude to sound.
Floatin' without a care, so high up from the ground.
And eventually we're all bound
to know the status quo is a joke
quid pro quo, gimme a sec while I toke
on purple smoke and make my own cloud.
Rhymes so dirty and beats so loud
loud enough to put your mind in a shroud
and feel claustrophobic like you in a crowd.
This is Noxidium, a good friend of mine,
her attitude and emotion to me are sublime
stop and give her some time
to relax you like a glass of wine.
Copywritten what I'm spittin'
but this character's hers.
The art is mine, and damn right, so is the verse
I just drew for her because I had the thirst
to burst with digital ink in which I dispurse.
After you're done readin' the lyrics
rewind and try to hear it;
the beat in which I infused my spirit
so clear it purifies your mind inside
revealin' where you hide
and forcin' you to stride,
to make you feel alive.
This is all I've got for you today
but keep lookin' for a brand new wave
of words I say, maybe tonight, tomorrow,
maybe see you next thursday.

-Shad-o