Kool Akiem - Balance lyrics

Chorus (2x): k**a 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 lust, 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 an*lyze my origin I'm scorching, arrest, juvenile home controlled parole Psychic adjustments heavy on the soul My mother spit the j**els, 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 Assa**inate self murder my wealth for enhancement perms Under head wraps, stressed to the maximum Repetitive command spill make you double think Questioning evidence all from the eyes and ears at eighteen f**ing with white fiends that got k**ed 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 Emancipate 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** 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***a, home of the Freaknik Had the rearrange the hustle, cuz sh** got hard Dope sales, red dogs posted on the boulevard sh**'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***a, you don't work you don't eat Living with no heat, sh**'s real up in the street Bubbling pots of water just to wash your feet sh**, life's a ill test and a lot don't pa** it See them roadblocks? Got heat? You better stash it Chorus (4x)