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the ying yang
IP:
this will be an audio, gimme feedback on the lyrics.
(hook)
...without darkness, we couldnt have light/
...without weakness, we couldnt have might/
without ability we can't make this thing-bang/
the perfect balance obtained, call it the ying yang/
(verse 1)
i tilt the scales just right to form the perfect balance/
the eco-system before mankind stood on the planet/
before they evolved to homo sapiens filled with malice/
and the choked the earth half to death with toxic fumes and granite/
i've been a long time coming like Dirk in boogie nights/
i've spent a long time sonning cat, doing my duty right/
the evidence is, i'm making sense kid in all this garbage/
equilibrium was missing since the universe started/
ask who hits the hardest, the one you snitch at/
300 hundred years ago, i wouldve been burned for witchcraft/
you bitch ass, its only fair to warn ya/
even if i was incarnated as a school of pirana's/
you couldnt catch me biting, my rhyming tendencies/
are being perfected enough to be divine eventually/
and it would probably, take the time of centuries/
to catch me, arrest me, try and sentence me/
(hook)
we try to strike balance.......(x4)
(verse 2)
the bottom line is, my strength would never equal a minus/
people think my golden touch was taken by force from midas/
but i was assigned-it, to correct the mistakes/
the professor on the blackboard, drop knowledge in his wake/
i'm a perfectionist, possibly obsessive complusive/
because i find even the smallest flaw replusive/
my chi energy is focused like a swarm of locusts/
a hive mind move in my time, dont provoke us/
i've found figures that make my brow rise, asking for help/
surely 5% of the people aint stashing the wealth?/
that means 95%, has only 5 to its name/
thats a factor difference of 3-7-1, insane/
so i concluded from this, that in all probability/
theres a single elite group holding the worlds currency/
who are also, running the, nuclear weaponry/
with an underclass of soldier who are all vetenary/
(hook)
we try to strike balance...(til fade)
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