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letra de balance - no tribe

[east clintwood]
when i’m on my sh-t you should probably listen in
i’m about to drop some knowledge, i’m a teller like penn
work the counter at the word bank putting hours in
so if you think you’re ready, take a breath and let’s begin

let’s go, this beat’s made to order
just me sitting down with a tape recorder
permission to come aboard, step into the transporter
tearin’ down the mind’s borders
buy it by the quarter, blotter, mililliter
i’m a bottom feeder? talk about
profit margins, loss leaders
better send a meter reader
big pharma makes every doctor a stealer
prefer a yogi, a shaman, a f-cking faith healer

support your local dealer like a true american
free market capitalism isn’t fair again
it’s ten to life for a joint venture
invest in a growth market, you get the penitentiar-

e, lsd, green trees, b-tch please
it’s all on schedule
manage your time
it’s an eventual
inevitability, fam are you feeling me?

’cause all business is small business
so bear witness
it’s limitless
psychedelics, nootropics, barbituates, i’m spittin’ this
euphoria and total bliss
universal hivemind catalyst
live a life with substance

substantial evidence to suggest
you’re better off in a trance
first glance, it’s an escape
puff, puff, p-ss and then you wait

nah, no hate
it’s all perspective
irrespective of the views of the state
thc and lsd, they actuate
your mind to create
high when i composed these lines
erased it all the first few times
scrawl and scribble, hit the giggle
make it rhyme, and then i sign
east clintwood, master of the doubletime
you lay supine while i strip mine your mind
slash and burn these trees, deforestation
to plant seeds with instant gestation
just stay on it
don’t hate on it
some call it the chronic
i call it animatronic
a biomechanical fantasty to make things real to me
wheels inside wheels in the cosmic sea

flippin’ candy like realty
a threesome with molly and lucy
i ascend, hold on to the end
phantasmic, -rg-smic, real and unreal blend
i wave and i bend til i finally break
one breath, ego death, and i’m finally awake

one with the universe
outside of my mind
unsane, i converse
with the deaf, dumb, and blind
past, present, future
it’s all one time
third eye cracked
seventh circuit on track
anscestors and descendants
are bringing me back

the come-up
the come-down
the yin and the yang
animus and anima
see that’s the thing
you need the balence that a little psychedelic can bring
live a life with substance

- no tribe

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