“Two-Way Mirror” is a quiet argument with the self you promised to become. Minimal pads, deep 808 heartbeat, and a faceless reflection staring back.

Do you ever dream so loud it drowns you out?

👑  New anthem every Friday  👑
Lyrics: Delulu King 
(Intro)
“Memory's a crooked architect... it builds rooms you can't leave.
I got fingerprints on timelines I ain't lived in for weeks.
The rearview's a liar, but it's the only truth I keep.”
I argue with the man I swore I would be,
He lives in my shadow, collects rent for free.
My conscience a courtroom, the verdict is pending,
My ambition's a landlord, the rent is unending.
I map out my flaws on these late-night drives,
Dissecting the wreckage of compromised lives.
Every choice is a fracture, every promise a crack,
In this glass house I built, there's no turning back.
I'm looking through a two-way mirror at my life,
Sayin' all the right words, but it cuts like a knife.
I show up for the picture, but I leave before the flash,
Tryna buy back the time that I spent on the dash.
Yeah, livin' in the echo of a choice I made,
A beautiful prison, a velvet-lined cage.
🎤 Verse 2
Remember hoop dreams on the cracked pavement court?
When the only bottom line was the final score.
Life was a cypher, we all had a seat,
Felt more like a king then, didn't miss a beat.
Now the calls are all business, the texts are all plans,
Got the weight of my people in the palm of my hands.
Traded park bench wisdom for boardroom chess,
Still tryna find the real me at this new address.
🎤 Bridge
Got a house full of people, but the quiet is loud,
I'm the loneliest man standin' right in the crowd.
Buildin' all these bridges just to watch 'em grow cold,
Just a story I've read, never a story I've told.
Searching for a feeling that I know I misplaced,
A pre-written apology I never erased.
🎤 Final Verse
The mind is a labyrinth, I'm lost in the art.
The soul is the concrete, I'm playin' my part.
The heart is a stranger I meet in the dark.
Three different blueprints that tore us apart.

Crooked Architect

Classic Boom Bap drums hit hard at 120bpm, paired with a saturated, punch-driven bassline, Chopped house sounds create an infectious groove beneath rolling hi-hats and crisp snares, Verses stay sparse for vocal agility, punctuated by vinyl scratches and tasteful minimalist keys for club-ready momentum



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