BIG MIRR MIRR

Check one, two... on the

mic Yeah, testing

Notebook full of scribbles on a yellow pad

Dreaming of the heavy breaks my brother had

Tapping on the desk while the teacher speaks

Living for the pocket and the basement beats Got a two-track tape

running in my chest Trying to outwork all the static and the

rest

I just wanna catch the rhythm and write the line

Turn every single second to my own design

(yeah,

that's right)

Put the needle down and let the story spin

This is where the real work begins

Flipping through the crates looking for the spark Pencil lead breaking on

the page in the dark No shortcuts,

just the muscle and the mind Polishing every syllable I find From

the corner stoop to the headphone wire

Every cold night fueling up the fire (fire)

It ain't about the shine,

it's about the grit

Finding every groove until the pieces fit

Yeah,

bring that kick back in

I just wanna catch the rhythm and write the line

Turn every single second to my own design

(hands up)

Put the needle down and let the story spin

This is where the real work begins

Just keep the tape rolling

Yeah...

right in the pocket