It's A Mirage!

Prologue

     Nicho Mirage

     I placed the camera on to the table of my vlogging station, making sure to use a more preferred brightness and angle. I then lay on my wooden chair, waiting for the camera to give signal. Alas, a red glow was emitted on the camera's rear, making me smile. For the last step, I tap some of the keys on the table.

This one for the boys
With a booming system
Up down
Ac with a cooling system
If he come up in a club
He'd be blazing up
Got stacks on deck
Like he'd save it up

And he ill, he real
He might got a deal
He pops bottles and
He got a right kind of bill
He cold, he dope
He might sell coke
He always in the air
But he never fly coach

He' a motherfucking trip, trip
Sailor on a ship ship
Funny how it drips, drips
Kiss him on the lips, lips
That's the kind of dude
I was looking for
And yes you'd get slap
If you're looking, hoe

I say, "Excuse me
You're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my
You're like pelican-fly
And you're so shy
And I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy
With a thing on his eye."
Oh . . .

Yes I did, yes I did
Somebody please tell him
Who the F I is
I am Nicho Mirage
I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up
And chop the deuce up

    Finally doing a rap of an introduction towards the camera, I started to sing the chorus of "Super Bass by Nicki." I'm just glad that my voice didn't went off. It was just smooth and clean, for me, I guess.

This one for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas on the moguls
He could ball with the group
He could solo
But I think I like him better
When he dolo
And I think I like him better
With the fitted cap on