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Artist: Dan-e-o
Album:  Dear Hip Hop
Song:   Mental Mirage
Typed by: @Daneo10

CHORUS 1:

You suffer from a mental mirage when your click be dishin' your props
And you assume that you're large until the recognition stops
Now you be takin' rap for granted like shit given in wills
Yet your friends won't make you ends if you ain't got skills
You got a mental mirage when your click be dishin' your props
And you assume that you're large until the recognition stops
Now you be takin' rap for granted like shit given in wills
Who gives a fuck where you from if you ain't got skills?

Your whole squad's lost, distorted thoughts support the force that taught 
You frauds that you was hard, yet my bars contort your court
What I sport is inventions with intentions of ascension 
Prices you'll pay like attention if you rap only to your henchmen
Who you impressin' by addressin' your men while performin'?
This tells me like informants that you're boring and should be dormant
Warning: I'll leave you mourning like midnight to noon time
My tunes shine to soon climb and ruin rhymes that you goons chime
Your cyph's in isolation thinking you're the hip-hop nation
Devastation is where you be headed, like decapitation
I hate it that when I see you like intensive care units
Influence bigs up your chest like a bitch with balloon tits
Your boys make noise for you at each and all your functions
Yet your junction expects a free copy of your production
It's evident every element of your career's irrelevant
About your raps nobody gives a fuck like someone celibate

CHORUS 2:

You got a mental mirage when your click be dishin' your props
And you assume that you're large until the recognition stops
Now you be takin' rap for granted like shit given in wills
Yet your friends won't make you ends if you ain't got skills
You got a mental mirage when your click be dishin' your props
And you assume that you're large until the recognition stops
Now you be takin' rap for granted like shit given in wills
Who gives a fuck where you from if you ain't got skills?

Skills of niggaz I run wit is abundant yet is redundant that label funded
Rappers are hunted to reign, while I remain unwanted
By the local promoter bringing niggaz north of my border
Who order respect like a mean father towards his daughter
Hold up, who fuckin' told ya my nation would build your clout
When you're wacker than skeefs who call my house with nothing to talk about?
When shows seem effortless, like trains I express sentences
With insulting references, striking niggaz like resemblances
Hence this is the way you make me feel like molestation
Cuz expectations of acceptation's based on living locations
I've stood in many concert crowds feeling sick
Wishing to represent by coming off the top like my head was a dick
But shit, I'm forced to block progressing my distressing moods
While your crew slacks off like men changing pants in dressing rooms
Suppressing dudes your gesture when you siesta on the rest of 
The world, I suggest ya get a move on like wrestler

CHORUS 2

Verbal burns are heard on suburban curbs when nerds try usurpin' my workings
There's no end to the list of bros I can diss like Bergen
It's urgent for rappers who've adapted to lapsing to fasten
Their ass in the line of duty before opportunity pass ‘em
Cuz asking your crew for assistance while you show resistance
To consistency will leave you and success a great distance
Persistence in producing poetic parodies
Won't get ya closer like couples are supposed to after therapy
Terribly niggaz merrily get all elated
Over scripts they've created while they're slated as being constipated
Your whole clan has low plans, your slow jams have no fans
It's obvious your wackiness shows like programs
This pro stands though faced with the industry's curse
I plan it like Earth, my verses to burst like a virgin's first squirts
And I refuse to lose out by being lazy
Think you'll be hittin'? You're kiddin' yourself like pregnant ladies

BRIDGE
Wack MC's who cannot see reality
Come out my country, come out my country
Come out my country
Come out my country, come out

CHORUS 1

BRIDGE (x2)