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  • Balance
    A drunken ground for my ******
    But what if up was down for the liquor?
    Then pour in something stiffer
    Filter mud from the champagne on blood
    Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
    Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
    What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
    You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
    A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
    And the bed made of women
    Who came first with a head made of chickens?
    Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
    With X-rated visions
    And the glass
    I wish that I could live inside jazz
    As hecklers shackle magpie
    Note-blowing standard
    Scat over improvised ragtime
    Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    Feather me or let it be
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My *****, what's up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys
    May I die from a hand that is not black
    Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
    At the spot where he was unchained
    To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
    Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him
    I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
    It's the day, it's judgement
    (Ankh:hers)
    For the sippers and the drinkers
    Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
    Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
    Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
    Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
    Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
    I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
    You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
    Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
    Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
    Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens
    Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin

    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    Feather me or let it be
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My *****, what's up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys
    Has the moon killed the sun yet?
    Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
    A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
    Hung sweats on the radiator
    Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
    Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
    Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
    Will we eliminate the innovators?
    Will we commemorate the imitators?
    You are now set tripping with eliminators
    Life givin' persimmons
    So now your lemons persimmon flavored
    Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
    Now the wrists are slitting razors
    (Ankh:hers)
    The benefits of red wine
    Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
    Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
    Well-designed to keep from liftin' ****

    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    My *****, what's up?
    Feather me or let it be
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Tether me or sever me
    (My *****, what's up?)
    Definitely won’t set me free
    (My *****, what's up?)
    No, she look like a set of keys

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    [00:09.18]
    [00:11.32]Balance
    [00:14.38]A drunken ground for my ******
    [00:16.51]But what if up was down for the liquor?
    [00:18.12]Then pour in something stiffer
    [00:20.00]Filter mud from the champagne on blood
    [00:23.54]Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
    [00:25.85]Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
    [00:28.54]What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
    [00:32.18]You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
    [00:35.10]A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
    [00:40.06]And the bed made of women
    [00:41.58]Who came first with a head made of chickens?
    [00:45.18]Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
    [00:49.64]With X-rated visions
    [00:52.07]And the glass
    [00:54.44]I wish that I could live inside jazz
    [00:56.47]As hecklers shackle magpie
    [00:57.38]Note-blowing standard
    [00:59.01]Scat over improvised ragtime
    [01:01.10]Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime
    [01:06.65]
    [01:08.10]My *****, what's up?
    [01:11.19]My *****, what's up?
    [01:14.39]My *****, what's up?
    [01:17.59]Feather me or let it be
    [01:19.17](My *****, what's up?)
    [01:20.35]Tether me or sever me
    [01:22.10](My *****, what's up?)
    [01:23.62]Definitely won’t set me free
    [01:25.40](My *****, what's up?)
    [01:26.76]No, she look like a set of keys
    [01:29.71]May I die from a hand that is not black
    [01:33.13]Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
    [01:35.98]At the spot where he was unchained
    [01:38.62]To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
    [01:44.86]Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him
    [01:49.58]I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
    [01:52.26]It's the day, it's judgement
    [01:55.76](Ankh:hers)
    [01:57.06]For the sippers and the drinkers
    [01:58.78]Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
    [02:00.76]Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
    [02:04.33]Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
    [02:08.48]Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
    [02:11.31]Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
    [02:14.71]I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
    [02:19.02]You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
    [02:21.06]Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
    [02:23.64]Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
    [02:26.79]Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens
    [02:30.27]Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin
    [02:35.24]
    [02:37.68]My *****, what's up?
    [02:40.59]My *****, what's up?
    [02:43.78]My *****, what's up?
    [02:46.62]Feather me or let it be
    [02:48.40](My *****, what's up?)
    [02:49.66]Tether me or sever me
    [02:51.03](My *****, what's up?)
    [02:52.71]Definitely won’t set me free
    [02:53.68](My *****, what's up?)
    [02:56.31]No, she look like a set of keys
    [03:01.05]Has the moon killed the sun yet?
    [03:02.98]Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
    [03:05.80]A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
    [03:07.79]Hung sweats on the radiator
    [03:09.49]Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
    [03:12.14]Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
    [03:14.99]Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
    [03:18.23]Will we eliminate the innovators?
    [03:20.92]Will we commemorate the imitators?
    [03:23.27]You are now set tripping with eliminators
    [03:27.20]Life givin' persimmons
    [03:27.85]So now your lemons persimmon flavored
    [03:31.67]Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
    [03:34.00]Now the wrists are slitting razors
    [03:36.90](Ankh:hers)
    [03:37.61]The benefits of red wine
    [03:40.75]Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
    [03:43.97]Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
    [03:47.75]Well-designed to keep from liftin' ****
    [03:52.40]
    [03:54.55]My *****, what's up?
    [03:57.66]My *****, what's up?
    [04:00.18]My *****, what's up?
    [04:03.09]Feather me or let it be
    [04:04.71](My *****, what's up?)
    [04:06.35]Tether me or sever me
    [04:07.32](My *****, what's up?)
    [04:09.15]Definitely won’t set me free
    [04:10.78](My *****, what's up?)
    [04:12.88]No, she look like a set of keys
    [04:42.00]