Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play beat Won't you if for me? In the mix mister hop hop back, hop, hop, hop
The second somebody dies else is born People are celebrating while people mourn may be home to you but to me it's foreign Even the don't pull the bull by the horns One enemy is another man's friend One man's poisons is another man's So let us stand, let us sit and let us The changing of the guard, oh, it's so to keep it true
It's the of the scales, it can't be challenged or expelled Soon as somebody lost somebody prevails Some someone is quiet at the same time yells full or half empty, water in the well It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 Eerie as it may seem, your balance beam the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory Eerie as it may seem, check your balance
Now check your Balance Beamer a feather and a rock whether or not you find the answer is not the plot See it's like and hate (Love and hate) The same emotion weight People love to hate so I know you just how this all relates It's the posa and the negative, and mega live Arm a leg a leg an arm by a nigga
big and small, short and tall Night and day and so on, some are bashful Some people just to get their flow on (They on) So here one to grow on I'ma go on and on and on till the are laid out The of justice weighed out Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is out Got to out the power don't we?
Balance emotions and pull positions like the moon pulls on the ocean Balance on one foot equilibrium attract and retract that's a fact, I'm a Libra y'all 180 but not that hot So whether or not you find the answer is not the plot (Really not the plot) Because is receiving and seeing is believing (And, and) And the solar system rotes so harmonious and It's perfectly
Some people say life is about taking chances and decisions Voices and opinions, politics and Clues the past and cash and to the future It's a and probability on who's gonna execute yo ass Some slow and analytical, some fast on the dash heads or tails but the head usually leads the tail So I tell my tales the head 'Cuz they're inside my cells
Real let me tell you about a fact I know things will even out You can or doubt or even shout or leave it in your mouth how you gone reason wit' grand Mother Nature Running mother Earth by Father Time who's the chaser It's living and dying homey, and crying dude Trying or lying my brother, or flying fool Now half of you are gone find the time to The other half gone find crime, weed wine
Till it's to late in a state of mind I found my peace of mind, now they want a piece of mine To late in a disillusion of The orthodox is the unorthodox they just got you on the The insane and the are the same It's a damn shame so people's aim is so lame
And their gain is so minimal, caught up in the It's pleasure and pain, for the flames, the wild and the tame The style remains if you use the right side of your brain Instead of going against the You can penetrate the to the point where What remains is a stain of this universal That we call balance,