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letra de balance - micranots

chorus (2x):
k!lla cali, money murderapolis
dirty down south be the reason why i mastered this

i self devine:

i’ll blow a kurt cobain hole in your back like… courtney
love distorted to l-st, endorphins endorsing morphine
murder religion inside smokescreen, violent offspring
forcefully choke fiends
i ching over crucified offerings
galaxies full of hybrid fortunes like being alive
comatose, paralyzed, often i -n-lyze my origin
i’m scorching, arrest, juvenile home controlled parole
psychic adjustments heavy on the soul
my mother spit the jewels, hot emeralds
love minerals, culture flows on through the ventricles
first rebellion, crown for the ex-felon
severe hip-hop melodies dwelling in the belly of the beast
sound vibrate, activate thoughts in a wild primate divine mind state
i’m in a riot stage, revolutionary black
no strategy or tactics of [?]warriors not enough in this[?]
discipline, rushing cause unclaimed body in the michigan lake
high stakes

chorus (2x)

i balance on black power and mental programming
-ss-ssinate self murder my wealth for enhancement perms
under head wraps, stressed to the maximum
repet-tive command spill make you double think
questioning evidence all from the eyes and ears at eighteen
f-cking with white fiends that got k!lled
straddle the fence, volatile mix, criminalist
be christ, bear the sin of man denying the karma
resurrected without sin, preaching the salvation
shoved in the grill testament, broke regimen
control, liberation, christ and anti-christ
all and together what’s the angle that you facing?
my mind twisted, demented off the sickness
half mystic, with skeletons in every district
emanc-p-te all the hatred that i’ve witnessed
i’m on a mission like strapped with a vengeance

chorus (2x)

buddah tye:

i had to dip from the crib, nearly escaping a bid
came to the city where they flip money like they flip lids
on the soda cans, with them boulders, man
not on the coast, i’m talking ’bout minnesota, man
murder moneyapolis, where sh-t be getting scandalous
mad refugees from new york to los angeles
it’s a rat race, everybody wants the cheese
but it’s mad mouse traps, what you call felonies
can’t get up, left with notice less than a week
to the land of the brave, n-gg-, home of the freaknik
had the rearrange the hustle, cuz sh-t got hard
dope sales, red dogs posted on the boulevard
sh-t’s faulty, temporary jobs with no spouse
waking up with plans to rob the whole house
life’s a scramble, you gotta move your feet
you needed meat, n-gg-, you don’t work you don’t eat
living with no heat, sh-t’s real up in the street
bubbling pots of water just to wash your feet
sh-t, life’s a ill test and a lot don’t p-ss it
see them roadblocks? got heat?
you better stash it

chorus (4x)

- micranots

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