Looking back at the mirror image, as if I was within it. Soul cast 'tween cold glass screen - heart printed. Captured an obscene Narcissus - glass smashed, hard splinters. Trapped in shards, slithers, I thought “fuck it” and sparred with it. Threw my fist through my face, saw no altered emotion, just glass jigsaw pieces composed in the moment. Did more than just show them inner components. Soul shot to pieces...floor bound and broken. But it left my eyes open to them silly cheap gimmicks of a rickety record industry that needs mimics. In close proximity, on the periphery of glittery trickery, MCs will jack another peeps image, along with their weak lyrics. It's deep innit? How in-depth the shallow get when they figure they'll only ever get bigger by copy-catting crap, hence real hip hop is disfigured. But that's just bad luck, 7 years, cracked mirrors.
Take a good look – at the person you have to answer to.
Take a good look – at the person looking back at you.
Take a good look – and if you've been playing yourself...
Mirror mirror, on the wall. Will ya will ya, please just fall. I can't wait to see my reflection smashed, look at shattered glass and reflect on that. I left in a dash, left in a rush all that was left was thus, the exit dust from the exodus. And being first to boost after a second must leave the cats left at the scene second guessing us. But most of them is pencil-etching stuff, so pressing up will leave an impression but they just sketching rough. I prefer to pen with precision, gravity and originality to get some love, but imitation breeds success and they said as much. “You need to make an impression” - but I ain't an impersonator. Too many Rory Bremner's up in the game like perpetrators. Plain pretenders with whory stories centred on paper, get my boiled like a peculator when they persuade a player to praise raised murder rates or terminate scores of so-called vermin like exterminators. Fuck it! I'll say it – I'm a first person hater, critique on your state and if you don't like it, then don't listen mate. You can either imitate fame or instigate change but choose coz mans will know your flows fake. Real recognize real, so when you look in the mirror, just make sure you recognize your own face.
Dreamy, dubbed-out U.K. psych-rock that mixes aesthetics from across the decades for something strikingly contemporary. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 17, 2019