Balance

A drunken ground for my niggas

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/IV league, I receive, I revives (?)

What a dream! What I mean? Ideas (?)

You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven

A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect'em/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 missions With X-rated visions

And the glass

I wish that I could live inside Jazz

As hecklers (?)

Note-blowing standard

Scat over improvised ragtime

Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back (?)



Feather me or let it be

(My nigga, what's up?)

Tether me or sever me

(My nigga, what's up?)

Definitely won't set me free

(My nigga, what's up?)

But you look like a set of keys

(My nigga, what's up?)



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

Preaches baths to the anglers

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