(Verse 1)
Yo, step into my Metaphor Mirage,
Where my bars challenge your entourage,
Flip your vision like a cinematic montage,
I paint with words, without a camouflage.

On a lyrical expedition in the poetic desert sand,
I’m Picasso with the mic, brush in my hand,
Painting rhymes in an abstract land,
Piece by piece, linen by strand.

I’m pushing boundaries like a wave to the shore,
Can’t confine my mind, it’s a limitless chore,
Every verse I lay, is a window or door,
Step inside, let’s explore, there’s a whole lot more.

(Chorus)
In this Metaphor Mirage, dreams are the barge,
Sailing on rhythm, music’s the charge,
It ain’t a mirage, it’s a lyrical collage,
Metaphor Mirage, we’re livin’ large.

(Verse 2)
Lay back, let the words twist and twirl,
Each rhyme a sapphire, each verse a pearl,
In this dreamland, where metaphors unfurl,
I’m the wizard of words in a lyrical swirl.

Every line’s a labyrinth, follow the thread,
Each verse is a clue, to where the journey’s led,
Soak it all in, take your time, get fed,
It’s a banquet of words, for the heart and the head.

(Chorus)
In this Metaphor Mirage, dreams are the barge,
Lost in the rhythm, music’s the charge,
It ain’t a mirage, it’s a lyrical collage,
Metaphor Mirage, we’re livin’ large.

(Outro)
This is the landscape of the linguistically brave,
Where metaphors rule in the land of the rave,
Through the dreamy haze, the path you pave,
Welcome to the Metaphor Mirage, ride the wave.