Lyrics:
time on the mellotron
Sing a sad song
Take the chords then I chop em
How you tryna balance on the beam
You the center of attention right there's is where
Late nights and neon lights
That's how I wanna live my life
Lights that gleam
All the colored beams
I'm spending every day in my neon dream
Walking
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
My train of thought keeps falling off track
Rails my balance beam and I keep looking back
At the conductor breathing coal and tobacco smoke
I run
even know the Shit I seen
Lay a finger on me hit you with the Beam
Don't be calling me by my name cuz They call me deadly
Ain't no backing down cuz I'm
the balance
We Gonna work it out
Gotta work the angles
You know how we get it
Get this money from from these devils
Gotta give it back
Give it back
savage with da tool give abortion
Do da shit by myself, Spaz like an orphan
Bad for ya health, drake fuck up ya organs
Killas come through, wet ya wake
arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day
Mist is
arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day
Mist is
Demon
Esyde E stay leaning
Red dot beam
We cleaning
Sweeping
Don't trust that hoe
She cheating
Beat up the kitty
Please do not call peta
I get bored
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the beams
We not ready to fight
You go on the news, the TV
Cus you always too sweet, like kiwi
Momma singing the blues, like B.B.
Promise non of your niggas
Kong with the stick
I'm Godzilla with the BEAM
I'm like Zero with the tech
Keep that Saber with a Z
Cuz my diamonds too clean
Diamonds so clean
Cuz I got
or nothing
Siran wrap vaseline
Pyrex pots balance beams
Sandwich bags Arm and Hammer
With a Digitz Scale on a magazine Legitimize your hustle nigga
And make
Master MC
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me
Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed
If you live by
I learned that it wasn't work the my time
It hurt but I've gotta live my life
I'm sure that she had me hypnotized
Hypnotized
I learned that it
Saw her in my dream
She done see the best me
While I balance on this beam
Part of me is like that
And that makes me wanna scream
I'm not bout
and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta
And a laser beam
Here comes the biggest T.K.O
The world has ever seen
An army of blue collars
Lined against the wall
Don't you know
It's the low hanging fruit
read
Watch how swift our lives became movies
Breaking news dont use the term loosely
Look how quick it hit your damn news feed
Look how quick it hit your
must go and then we'll leave you alone
He mumbled more words that sounded like birds
Being shot in an October storm
A shadow moved through
The red,
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
jacking the opps
Then I'm booming like this (GLA)
I be spazzing on it
Got the Glock w the beam
I be dumping on it (GLA)
If it ain't shot by Loki ain't right
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