Balance

[Intro: Nalyd Ecitsuj] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic "Nalyd finally made a good record." Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci' "Get real." they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would call me a GOD whether or not they believed in it! [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch sony's pac man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go? " East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes (YES!) God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (And kept it) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'm a sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!) [Hook] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said MC's drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL Y'ALL! Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why I'm killing 'em Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium [Hook] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance I gotta find my balance I gotta find my balance