Evil in the Mirror (Album)

by Will C.

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1.	Frog Among Queens 02:18	lyrics	buy track
[Verse:] Will isn’t chillin’ kid, dominion dweller The city is busy as hell and if we in it together The people I’m passing’s expressions ain’t particularly telling it And the better the weather, the more sicker the scent of it is I made a plethora pre-dating my record A clean slate to treasure, the scenes laced together Will create my best- my first, last, my every I’m perplexing many, I’m URB’s next milleni In the belly of the beast the Mynocks will take ya I cock my laser, mind raised in Asia My fate is safe if I stick to my game And if my britches don’t get bigger with a bit of a name The bitterest lames is fickle, it’s as crystal as day If you’re sick of the same shit just listen away ‘Cause this is something classic, it’s a calling to me But when it’s cracked up it ain’t all it can be It’s a frog among Queens
2.	It Ain't The 80s 02:59	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] It ain’t the 80s but crack is still prevalent Cats is still selling it, flasks is still yellowish The offspring of Dad’s cast malevolent From box-spring to cash to “the hell with it” At work it’s understaffed, I can’t make enough Melle Mel said Mac’s would make slaves of us Too bad my heroes were basking in angel dust It ain’t the 80s but cats remain Reagan fucked Wrangler tough to trickle, paper cups with nickels Faces cut with wrinkles, laces must be Finkled Ray like Run ‘n’ ‘em but youngens will take this And make it bubblegum and give it a facelift They claim they’re troublesome but some of ‘em racist So take your number son and struggle to play this Role you made, in the olden days You’d be “peace” with pain in your shoulder blades and nose In the 80s in a stranglehold It ain’t the 80s or the days of old, my man [Verse 2:] It ain’t the 80s but Caz is still hearing his Raps from the 70s clash with his enemies Lack of assembly craft while he’s quoting in caps “AN the O-V-A” Wood, Brass, and Chromium backed \|At the shows it’s a Newark classic (Englewood!) A bum deal in a Roulette jacket (Good!) Some of Joe’s crew would adjust the brackets But by ’02 it was dust and ashes So pass the Sugar, I’m a massacre And double up and dash and flatten rap mashuganas Some of the punks I think they’re bluffing so I still have stress Hummina hummina hummina nothing, you can kill that mess I quoted Shan in my past rap, I thought I was past that Back track like the back of my back slap Alive since Little Mac was punch timing And Frick ‘N’ Frack was omitted from “Just Rhymin’”
3.	Water Ice (With A Gaseous Center) 02:55	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] The world’s on a curve, the black tops are burning, a blur A backdrop for fat chalk or swerving a fast car Or permanent blast off- I’m building a spacecraft ‘Cause Earth has been capped off, I’m acting off My brash thinking and classics by Asimov I map distance and crack into Castle Rock I’m light packing and fastened for after shock And I’m leaving this world behind, ‘cause I made a Spaceship that’ll break the chains And bypass asteroids by which we’re contained I’ll go it alone because I’m going insane I wanna leave this world behind, well then This ain’t Saginaw, this ain’t battlestar ships This is seeing the pits in the tragic flaws This is seeing the rich get the catalogue shift While the poor get hit with a cattle prod They say that death is a final switch that I’ll throw From inside my private cockpit control They rely on crossing star tips and prose But deny the mark of paw prints will show A man with his songs, the cosmic maze Away from the rock that caught the plague The mandible claw will scar my prey Where the planets are small, they’re balls of clay [Verse 3:] I wrote the second verse jailed where rebels lurk On a planet where I failed the weapon search Walking past guard’s stares / stairs would never work So I bartered with their mayor to settle Earth Severe my sentence then repent to your gods Gather my things and get the fuck outta dodge Though my cause and effect were connected to fraud The directions I lent would direct them to Mars Follow stars that I pass ‘cause they’re after my ass Didn’t know where I went, didn’t know who to ask Then I separated the rings from Saturn, vast it shimmered Like a blade when I slashed his innards See it’s water ice with a gaseous center A dirty rat, call him Master Splinter “Too much snow white” like last December Or a phone call on a Malcolm inter- Now it’s smooth sailing as I pass the gap between The explored and the force of tractor beams The black holes and the potent acid dreams At last home like it’s Otis and cats, serene Peace
4.	Alternate Earth 03:13	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] Dr. Boskonovitch, ominous, artificial tissue robotic shit Dominant over all I’ve been caught up in Marked- I got you quick, my pistol's hollow tips follow you And you'll be saying, “You clipped us” / “Eucalyptus” like it's koala food It got me nauseous, red devil tips drawn in pen on Obama pics By white men in the closet was “crooked politics” Manmade comets to the west getting demolished for profit I lay in bed with my spread hemmed in garlic Looking dead and psychotic, I'm mentally not meant to ever be harnessed My lady friend went to Tennessee and said “Not it” to me Ever since, I’ve been sonically free, I'll probably be The guy the girl regretted not wanting When he was young and on the cusp of what's ironically solemn Like a blossoming rose bought for the top of a coffin, and yo If this isn't fiction ya'll shifted my columns The biblical Christians, the strike of a nation Whose lives depend on crosses like pollination [Chorus:] Bottomless thoughts- lost Sink into an alternate Earth- drop Think about the possible plots in parts Paranoia Paranoia Paranoia [Verse 2:] What if the city's backdrop's acrylic? I'm really living in a Hollywood village, a set, a gimmick I’ve been ripping for the lens and the cinema and the critics Saying, “Will isn't addicting enough for television” Hell, I’ve been in a pilot, I’m feeling something is out of place Existing in atypical silence, Simon says, “Sign it ‘seis’” Stored in a database On folder kept in a black case in storage showing informants my bad taste I ain’t important enough to be traced Laced weed, fake world, my peers they’re nickel-based machines With cheaply-made esteem I’m a part of a human beings deepest dream, asleep, serene Destined to be deceased by alarm machine screams Forever lost when exhausted leaves the sheets A paradoxical loss of breath I square off with thoughts of death and lost concepts [C:] [Verse 3:] Awake sleeping at night, I might break the seams I might think up fake things, believe the pain What a tangled language we weave I’ve mangled my dreams, I wake up and scream Insane, a stage, naked teen She’s nameless, a famous face, Maybelline, and it’s Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia Paranoia
5.	Infinite Hourglass 02:34	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] On the one the bomb track begun, the Braun scratch’ll numb The mallrats and crumbs’ll fall back I snatch the partial drums, breach the quantum leaps Frost the rock alum treats with pops and hums And I bend back peaks and troughs of drums And I spend lost sleep concocting tons So while you rock sun block, I blocked the sun Thoughts accosting ‘em, alarm clock’s a gun The dawn is a landmine But we know the watch is a product of mankind Minutes tick and we wanna dissolve time I spit three sixteens / 3:16s like Austin fan’s signs Super cynical of schedule ties, irrelevant Why ya stressing when ya telling the time? Eyes’ll rest when the record is developing shine And even then, I’ll assemble better second design, ‘cause I’m [Verse 2:] A journalist was blatantly rude The grain of salt he didn’t take consumed And placed in a tube that I’ll shape to a cone In a basic room where it drains alone So emcees, I’m a take a challenger Who claims he’s violent when the only thing he breaks is character Hourglass a calendar, the big hand smacking ya dudes Your crew’s leader’s eye-patch masks lavender bruise While your peers carried tunes over soft shit I’ve seen the years converge to an off switch I’ve seen the wings emerge from the sockets You think that in cleansing your sins that you’re cautious In clenching your spot in God’s mosque or house But with more thought more partial doubt And more scars, more tocks, you’re not devout Until you body body rock in the hospital couch In the arms of your spouse
6.	Synthetic Genetics Feat. Esoteric 03:44	lyrics	buy track
[Will C.- Verse 1:] Son of Seamus, spawn of God Awful, ageless On some ensemble A-list Days ahead head cases We're taking bread like in Les Mis, we're dangerous Hanging frames over beige cliffs on grave shifts Placing lames in concave pits with strange quips Daisy chain and you lay stiff, the anguish Waste away and we plate hits Problematic rap, new brand of misfits I’m the cat who brought back banning KISS lips On a battle track all you brandish is fists And land a swing about as hard as a phantom limb hits You plan to live rich in candle-lit Ritz With sand and rivulets but can’t abridge this You squares is dismissed, you swear that Rik Smits’ The man and your fan but you’re handed pink slips [Esoteric.- Verse 2:] Banned in hoods, move in Animal Planet woods Jeru in Amazon- damaged goods When in the lab tell your mom and your dad I catch bodies like cannibal vomit bags I put the “man” in Mantronix, slamming the Onyx Satanic demonic and the fans be up on it With the green kinda like the Celts Flow with lungs of Michael Phelps, if you like yourself Drop the mic, it helps, run with ____ You a con man but not like Biz was Cats got it out for me so I live in infamy You put on a voice like Marley in “The Symphony” You be on the low like I am up in Kittery I’m so for real, move to York on a snow mobile With the Will Curley, I’m like early Kane Big Daddy or Sigmund Freud Avoid the pigs when they’re deployed Orally demoralized, get destroyed Many metamorphosize, melt a droid We write the songs, I’m a live motivator Darth Vader with the cross fader Sabertooth, got a cave that’s a booth No cape, Weapon X Twisting necks, _____ to the hiss of Memorex Yow [Will C.- Verse 3:] I rock “Peace of Mind” and “Supreme Jam” Peace to Jawn P TCC fam My lady sweat her, it’s always the next man Stop like Finesse jam we Hennig suplex slam Perfect rhyme to your decent line I’ll swing a Easton stick through your teeth and spine See I was 3 when Ed O.G. was signed And G Rap’s seed trashed Venetian blinds Seem inclined to rhyme live in beastin’ mode In a sequel like repeating “Keep control” Gun talk seems weak and old You only pack a peach-tinted pinch of Skoal But Esoteric’s a vet / Yvette like the girl to whom Cool J’s letter’s addressed I move records the best Your boom bap who’s who moved decimal checks Now who’s better? Who’s fresher? Who never forgets? Whose immeasurable depth is smooth soon as he steps in rooms Fire a slug, I’ll shoot Epsoms through ‘em They never knew I’d be the next to bloom My intelligence is next to few of ’em if they don’t get me screw ‘em, Boo ‘em
7.	Zodiac Extension 01:54		buy track
8.	Trainspotting 04:14	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] Another day, another train ride Going to work, I got my ticket at Hynes Inbound, underground I descend, a stage dive I gotta make a stopped car to save time Headed towards North Station, I’m riding the Green Line Switch to Park Street to Braintree, make rhymes Watch people fidgeting or keep to themselves Coke fiends twitch, speaking to me creepy, now my speakers they be drowing ‘em out ‘Til the train’s speed screech can be drowing ‘em both out It’s damaging my hearing prematurely, that’s no doubt “Next stop Copley,” “Boylston,” “Park Street” Sometimes I’m dozing off partly With people speaking native talk across from me Couples is kissing and little kids is watching Everyone is busy, I’m strolling through life Hit up the red line, “Doors will open on the right” [Chorus:] I get around underground, now how that sound? In the city I’m the talk of the town I get around where the rats are found On the T in the Bean, I’m amongst the crowd Too many people in Boston “Hopping on the subway to Downtown Crossing” Too many people in Boston “Hopping on the subway to Downtown Crossing” “Entering Park Street, change here for the Red and Orange Lines” “Attention passengers, the next Red Line train to Braintree is now approaching” [Verse 2:] There’s ads on the subway walls and subway trains And when we emerge we see them by highways The tunnel maze becomes above subterranean Billboards reach the sky into space I try to stay untainted by craziness But I gotta zone out just to stay safe Now the train travels out of the city into the suburb A scenery change, at what I see I’m concerned There’s a school bus parking lot two blocks from an army spot Camouflage cars and kids, this shit’s bizarre The train switches tracks from Ashmont The cityscape shrinks and we advance far away So many strangers got nothing to say Some give a hint of a smile, some give a hint of pain Others think they’re bigger than me, yo they’re riding the train So I close my eyes ‘til I arrive finally [C:] With so much stress in our lives, yes, I feel I should drive less I find when I walk I sigh less Too many people who drive mind’s digress If people stop flying the rest would die less, again With so much stress in our lives, yes, I feel I should drive less I find when I walk I sigh less Too many people who drive mind’s digress If people stop flying the rest would die less [Verse 3:] When dinosaurs died off they left back a byproduct That’s powering skyrockets, now we got live losses Cowardly psychotics mining to find 3 letters, one “I” / eye like Cyclopses Some regretting their purchases, just a vessel like surrogates Just invest in that Irving shit, some recession is permanent Some are stressing the other end of the current It’s ground zero when the hero resurfaces [C:] “Quincy Center station: red line, commuter rail, and bus connection”
9.	The Places 03:34	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] The box that rocks, over the top, open heart Such a pain, cut the veins that chauffeur blood to your thoughts In other words your soft, my word play is shocking to the brain Which sends waves to your eyes to gaze for a pot to spew Stay colossal, ya know it’s due to days of boxing dudes Twice my age with a fade and a lot to prove I took a break now I’m breaking molecules, space will swallow you My momma read me “The Chronicles” Bought me replica weapons the rebels and Han used From walking in Sonic’s shoes to wondering if bottles were soluble On the cover of the Biz "Diabolical" Came into my own now I'm doing my own thing Was cutting "In Control," now ya love to coke binge Selling out shows but your next to no gigs Don't mean to brag, hell I guess that's showbiz [Verse 2:] Now if it wasn't a fact why the fuck would you rap that? At the age you are, I would hope you're past that stage Of saying raps just to state your name Wash your hands and turn the page And pardon the way that I be slaving over intricate flows To show people who crafted theirs years ago I flow over fat tracks, the people froze And said “Who was that cat rapping after Stone?” You know on “Just Rhyming,” known to hush giants Pros will get shy and most will get silent This shit is bolstering, open eyelids Roasting the iris... dryness Survive at the brink of destruction Surrounded by kings of omega corruption Because of that fact I was sent and shook up things Now you do the math and retract assumptions And give me respect “As long as you know that” I can see through you, your world is a past I grew through A world where new school is old and old is unusual Return to form ain’t a method if you’re set to conform Depth perception is a mess ‘til you enter the storm Enter [Verse 3:] Gotta give it a rest, disperse energy, test your worth mentally Get my perks telling the extroverts get a clean exit first From making records, search for a real check to splurge Tuck in your purse and work steadily Copasetic he’s no celebrity He’s so dope we don’t need to tell him He’s flow with chemistry, so ahead of me Sauvignon to O type of enemies
10.	Be Yourself Syndrome 04:02	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus:] Catch the will to be yourself syndrome Images shift, kid ya fell victim Big achievements, the hits precede wisdom Weeks between change in speak, freak the fiction [Verse 1:] In any order it occurs the poor saps Are regretting words they forced on a four track Fans scammed of course, playing door mats To artists whose own allure they matured past Growth’s expected, quotes corrected Though your older records set the tone So the bolder method’s slow conception Through your own acceptance self control But keep in mind it won’t happen overnight More like an unspoken code alright Despite fortunate types, y’all might find your image Destroyed if you hide behind a gimmick Silly as it seems a fabric we weave From the web of our vast beliefs Use the word “fag” in a rap and see A few cats might add that to passive speech Craft a masterpiece, tracks that actually Capture accurately your path unbeaten Bring back relief from cookie cut physiques Be cooking up the heat instead of tweaking Slight changes, fight the anguish So the next time your mic sights a stage I might hear your life portrayed right, away with fake types A phase, I stay bright today, just [C:] [Verse 2:] At any minute yo the slickest will dash And retract what they were thinking and renege and relapse Saying, “To hell with it” switching and belittling cats Playing themselves saying they don’t even listen to rap Above it, their next disc seems weak and plummets When even fans say, “This beat kicks the bucket” See people can’t say, “This seems deep,” because it Is sans-street and you can’t tease see-through puppets They fumble and fuck up a pass they had getting gassed away If rap’s acting class then recast the play Really a bull dichotomy that’s a fact Trivial like the bottom of Snapple caps So you won’t see me cameo quick Or much features on the span of a disc, enough rambling Of no samples now, manning a synth With no heart like The Anvil is sick, but abandoning this Ain’t being yourself, it’s a mix Of yes men saying, “Fam, it’s a hit,” the damage is quick When paired with a slanted view, a fantasy splits A man in two where duality is cancerous So if you make a song that ain’t sounding right You gotta catch the will to put down the mic And if you don’t know how I’m so precise You gotta catch the Will C. show tonight, and then [C:]
11.	Uncle Owen (Extended Re-Edit) 03:36	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] Lando Calrissian toys and Colt swallowing Ammo is missing, deploy the host slaughtering jokes Wanna battle, I know it, I call it comical We potent as Kal-El with no coat and Coke-bottle goggles It’s phenomenal rap- the flow is water, you’re soluble Even worse, I demolish Avogadro’s of molecules Honest, y’all ain’t been on some shit to get the city up Monopolizing sorrowful songs for wretched pity fucks Mix is menacing, clip the levels, better than crisp Spit to mechanisms seconds’ll tick And minutes visually and physically I’m iron and braun Eyeing a blonde, simonize when I’m flying with Han Casually blast anatomy, evaporate calories Will’ll structure emphatics and erratically snap See I splatter cats in acid and molten rock They shout out like Blastmaster did Robocop [Chorus:] “Word, I use to take chemistry and physics” Diminish the critics, dimwitted, and cynics Administer kicks over clicks-per-minute Add words and you can take chemistry and physics “Word, I used to take chemistry and physics” Adding bits of hits in sync with digits Clok mixed the shit, Brick flipped the finish God damn, I used to take chemistry and physics [Verse 2:] You know the record, the opening Uncle Owen interrogate Supposing it’s encoded with etiquette And if “The Show” is exposing devil shit A gold exoskeleton delegate is so intelligent We know your fate lies Cold, like if you’re rolling snake eyes A swollen face getting poked with steak knives Your last date made a show for Dateline C’s divine like 105 dot number what? Supreme like team Duck Rock “Double Dutch” Playing “Bubble Bunch” in June ‘82 “You got the tape?” – probably ain’t gonna play it for you ‘Cause nowadays cats live in doubt And don’t fit what they spit about So I’m a rip cat’s livers out Like 7L cut “Think About It” [C:]
12.	Recurring Dream 02:47	lyrics	buy track
They say all news is bad when all is forgotten So change the channel and examine your options It’s a dream recurring [Verse 1:] I’m flipping this note ‘cause it fits in sound To a kick I stripped from a Mr. Brown And the ticks are eighth notes synched and gelled With the jingled change from a wishing well And hell in my opinion is a river to cross The bridge insufficient for the city’s exhaust In the Mississippi in the middle of traffic Try to swim like a fish in a six-pack plastic ring (No) you won’t make it kid I mean, 22 months, it makes me cringe And the walls are not, the pavements thin 22 months to train to swim Or fade away with angels, I often fail Let me explain the coffin’s nail, it goes K Acetate was sprayed to make black ice drip and peel Friction grip Michelin wheels Acidic mix over years would crack the ground Break the bridge’s makeup, ask around Baffling how all news is rotten, and With each new batch old’s forgotten, and Though my mind’s physically in Boston My brain will slip into death too often [Chorus:] “Have you ever been in the darkness Have you ever been in the darkness Have you ever been in the darkness In a place you don’t know?” [Verse 2:] I never learned to swim right Now I’m immersed in a dim light, I burst a wind-pipe My speech exerts these words at midnight In a “place you don’t -" I never learned how to live with fear Almost crashed my car off a bridge this year Almost saw my dreams be crystal clear In a “place you don’t -" If the scenes are blurring, it’s a dream recurring Bricks to feet assuring six feet deep in current Spins and groans and shaking, Winslow Homer paintings Mass to Maine to Satan, castaway and vacant Masquerade in an empty section A sudden jerk is my resurrection A bed drenched in wet sweat, a thirst to quench next I toss and turn and rework my headrest My dad said our minds will race But yo- with no TV he stays awake And check it- my fate will lie in the painless In my mind’s subconscious anguish, and Though my brain still will race in grey-ness My damn pillowcase will erase the dangerous now “Place you don’t know” Slip away, slip away, slip away in a “In a place you don’t know” Find a way, find a way, find a way in a “In a place you don’t know” Far away, far away, far away in a “In a place you don’t know”
13.	Losers 04:15	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] Man you’re all losers For lurking in your online forms You’re all losers for choosing to post ‘stead of porn You’re all losers or posers in shoes that were worn By dudes who knew the shit you’re now shitting on You’re all losers for rocking a hat so crisp You’re all losers who started to rap in ‘06 Straight losers- I’m starving and mastering this While y’all cats with Mama’s cash never had the wits You’re all losers to me, I’m steady fuming, Will C. Is only human seeing losers boost his music for free So many losers that I’m sick of what I’m doing, a dream Already ruined by your foolishness and stupidity [Chorus 1:] You’re all losers Man you’re all losers Man you’re all losers Damn you’re all losers Man you’re all losers Yeah you’re all losers Yeah you’re all losers Believe you’re all losers Check, ya all losers Yes y’all losers Ya know ya are Just another loser like me [Verse 2:] Maybe I’m a loser For thinking ‘bout it way too long Maybe I’m a loser for letting it show in my songs Maybe I’m a loser for thinking I’m holier on some dissonant warrior Feeling generation distance euphoria Forming over-analytical stands And sabotaging my career by nagging fantasy fans, a fucking loser I’m a loser when comparing these bands In actuality I’m sad ‘cause I don’t like who I am, ‘cause I’m a loser I’m a loser in life with some unusual gripes I know obsessing over someone in the room isn’t right I gotta ruin everything that the majority likes I ain’t unique just because I can’t adore what you write, I’m still a [Chorus 2:] Loser Man I’m just a loser Man I’m just a loser Damn I’m just a loser Yeah I’m just a loser Man I’m just a loser Man I’m just a loser Aw man I’m just a loser Lame, I’m just a loser Yeah I’m just a loser Yes I’m just a loser Believe I’m just a loser I need to be a loser I seem to be a loser But face it man, you’re Just another loser like me Truth
14.	Evil in the Mirror 03:53	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1:] Never could fathom how you haven’t exposed my sadness The same reason why I walk on my toes: by habit My actions sprout from my past, a kid Before learning to bat and after snacking with bibs Specific- pre-school dreaming, gleaming up at the ceiling Mrs. B wasn’t near, and my peers were being three While I was waiting for my mama to walk through the door So I could tell her I didn’t wanna go no more Emotion deeper than the potion in the glass ya sip That’s why so many folks’ pasts only half exist Afloat in abstract disaster dismissed Photographs in the trash hold fractured bliss And when living in the city is a serious task You start to lose track of who’s a part of your past And honest, you ain’t aware of who you’ve hurt / heard in your path It’s like (Duke) Bootee rhyming over Furious tracks And yeah, I was depressed for the longest time I lost omitted ‘til I wanted to die ‘Cause I wanted to harness all the thoughts inside The final product tarnished already not spotless minds Check it Depression [Chorus 1:] Evil in the mirror Evil evil in the mirror Evil in the mirror Evil evil in the mirror Evil in the mirror Evil evil in the mirror Evil in the mirror Evil evil in the mirror [Verse 2:] Evil in the mirror is a feeling inside you revealed Through the glass with the black back it heals And feels like the chills of a person staring And I’m Billy Pilgrim unaware of his bearings And standing bare in appearance, bland and incoherent Staring, barely blinking, and too scared to think man This ain’t wisdom, I’m too young to have much This is the wrath of not having it as a crutch I went from “Action Comics,” stacks of wax, and snagged on phonics To mastered crafts with knowledge ‘Cause life don’t pause like dash or commas Whatchu know about having thoughts you can’t harness? It’s drama, dreams you’re caught up in, the process of blossoming The cockpit that Marley’s in, the possible saga begins I stay calm like Ra making “Mahogany” blend Said “Au revoir” to the pen, I mean it Sometimes the fork in the road in itself is scenic I’m sure in the end you’ll see it ‘Cause if life was a course, we’d all be floored to complete it Check it [Chorus 2:] It’s evil in the mirror It’s evil It’s evil in the mirror It’s evil It’s evil in the mirror Evil – live – evil –live – evil – live Evil Evil in the mirror
15.	Frog Among Queens (Instrumental) 02:18		buy track
16.	It Ain't The 80s (Instrumental) 02:59		buy track
17.	Water Ice (Instrumental) 02:55		buy track
18.	Alternate Earth (Instrumental) 03:13		buy track
19.	Infinite Hourglass (Instrumental) 02:34		buy track
20.	Synthetic Genetics (Instrumental) 03:44		buy track
21.	Zodiac Extension (Instrumental) 01:56		buy track
22.	Trainspotting (Instrumental) 04:12		buy track
23.	The Places (Instrumental) 03:34		buy track
24.	Be Yourself Syndrome (Instrumental) 04:03		buy track
25.	Uncle Owen (Instrumental) 03:35		buy track
26.	Recurring Dream (Instrumental) 02:47		buy track
27.	Losers (Instrumental) 04:15		buy track
28.	Evil In The Mirror (Instrumental) 03:53		buy track

about

[FULL ALBUM + ALL INSTRUMENTAL VERSIONS]

"Evil In The Mirror" is the debut full length from recording artist
Will C. A young mind with an against-the-grain view on making
music, Will has managed to put together an exciting album in a
genre where listeners generally aren't given enough credit. He
explains the general idea behind "Evil..." below:

"'Sometimes the fork in the road in itself is scenic.'

Evil in the mirror represents the duality within all of us, but more
specifically to this record, one’s confidence backed with their
humility… their jubilation in a balancing act with a deep sense of
the melancholy. My selfishness and empathy. My comfort and
paranoia. I’ve come to the conclusion that to suppress or keep
either side of this dichotomy hidden would only hurt me as an
artist and disconnect me from the listener. Becoming increasingly
conscious of the numerous flaws that compliment my strengths, I
stand idle at a fork in the road, unsure of the direction to take my
life but ironically admiring this vantage point. The given circum-
stance has brought to fruition an album that I am proud of and
hope you enjoy."

Though his description is strikingly serious, there is a sense of
humor and compassion that makes "Evil In The Mirror" both enjoy-
able and refreshing. Dense enough lyrically and musically to
become increasingly rewarding upon repeated listens, "Evil..."
however does not demand the listener to stop having fun and
"dissect" in order to appreciate the record.

"Evil In The Mirror" sports it's highly talked/typed about lead single,
"Losers" (BRK 8805) and also features a guest appearance from
Esoteric, one of hip hop's most gifted minds and entertaining
artists. The two push things to the brink of insanity on the
uptempo sonic tour-de-force, "Synthetic Genetics."

For fans of 7L & Esoteric, Madlib, Edan, Insight, Raydar Ellis

credits

released July 21, 2009

Album Written by W. Curley • We Could Win (ASCAP)
All production by Will C. except:

Nostalgic: Producer- "Alternate Earth" + "Evil In The Mirror"
Clokwork: Producer- "The Places" + "Uncle Owen"
DJ Rugged One: Cuts- 01, 04, 08

Esoteric Appears courtesy of Fly Casual Creative- lyrics written by S. Ryan for Headswell Music (ASCAP)