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