mirror talk

[Intro – R&B tone] Yeah… You only tough inside your echo chamber, baby. But truth hit different when the room get quiet… Listen. [Verse 1 – Nas-style storytelling + Cole cadence] I been the calm in the chaos, the balance in bravado, You the type to flex tomorrow ’bout a win you never followed. Your aura hollow, a silhouette that’s tryna cast a shadow, But every bar you drop is cardboard—mine marble from the quarry. You talk legacy? I live it. You talk pressure? I relive it. We don’t spar on the same rhythm; you p***h air, I p***h limits. Your pen timid, mine mimic scriptures written in hieroglyphics, I’m the bridge between the heart and the cynic— You just mimic. [Hook – R&B / melodic] Every time you talk tough, it’s just mirror talk, Say you built for the smoke… but you fear the fog. Yeah, you reach for the crown but your spirit off— You ain't ready for the throne, you just near the cloth. Mirror talk… You just mirror talk. [Verse 2 – Kendrick-style density + controlled aggression] I see the glitch in your glitch, the glitch in your pitch, Your whole identity stitched from folks you try to outwit. You counterfeit— Fabric woven from moments you never lived, Tryna pawn ‘em off as wisdom, but the wisdom never hit. I peel back layers—see the lies like lacquer, Your whole squad actors, every line paid after. I’m the rafters—your foundation never mattered, You the fraction of a fraction tryna act like you a factor. I bend flows, break time, shake codes, reshape rhymes, You chase ghosts—tryna sprint inside a graveyard race line. We ain't the same kind— I bleed truth in real-time; you bleed cap in baseline. [Bridge – soft vocal run] You want applause but you never want the practice, Want the respect but ain’t earned none of the fractures. You want the aura— But you can’t hold the weight of your own chapters. [Verse 3 – Final dagger, Nas/Kendrick mix] Name a bar you wrote that lived longer than a moment— I’ll wait. I craft quotes that historians could annotate. You chase trends, I chase purpose—different stakes. You want streams? I want verses that outlive the human race. Call it arrogance, call it truth—whatever fits, But I’m the compass that these lost boys wish they could eclipse. You the glitch. I’m the system update—watch me fix Everything you thought you had— I’m the line between “was” and “is.” [Hook – outro] Every time you talk tough, it’s just mirror talk… Say you built for the smoke, but you fear the fog. You reach for the crown but your spirit off— You ain’t ready for the throne… It’s just mirror talk.