This retro track is really a mashup of two different little freestyles of mines. I broke em up and changed/rewrote four bars into a chorus. As usual, my language, especially in the first verse, should be your biggest clue that this is indeed an old track 🙂 As far as my rap music goes, this tracks has more of a hood feel to it. You know, that mix of gunspeak, braggadocio and that all important dash of ignorance 🙂
The beat has changed a few times as I was never quite satisfied with how it sounded. I eventually settled on this Kanye West beat from his song We Major (feat Nas) off of his Late Registration album. There’s just something magical about the beat to me. And Kanye killed it (see video below:) — I also added some links to the instrumental itself on youtube at the end of this post.
Lyrics to “Balancing My Essence”
Streets turn red, newly dead blood staining the earth
Me and the glock newly wed, honey moon on your turf
And when we pump seed is spread, unto death she gives birth
Once on the block now the feds keeping niggas dispersedWhite chalk outlining where your feelings was hurt
You not hard stop trying you should try on a skirt
I’ll give you bras and some panties put you pussies to work
Get that money, bring it back before I put you in dirtGrown men out here acting like some women that flirt
With any shovel that’ll digga em just to water they thirst
They all bitches, turn to kittens when the beast on the lurk
I’ll click it and I’ll clack it leave your features reversedAnd y’all ain’t getting what I’m spending y’all get money in spurts
And I ain’t giving what I’m getting I ain’t being coerced
I got a mind of my own so keep your mind on your own
And keep your eyes off the throne cause I’ll be seated there firstBalancing my essence to show you my luminescence
Mind equals weapon, protects me from evil blessings
Blow smoke into the nexus, contestants, they shouldn’t test it
Immaculate conception kills all of your second guessingIn less than three seconds I can load and split bastards
Fatal kiss tragic, bomb my tag on your casket
My rap elastic, stretch, covers ears like plastic
Keeps the freshness sealed in your thoughts when I rap itFuck ya weak production, built in automatic function
I transform with arm and gat conjunction
Keep the cannon tucked in
The gun bust leaden tears for those lost and hopeless, the barrel is the focusThe barrel is the focus, no matter what the choice is you made it when you spoke it
So take it like a man when those choices leave you choking
Leave you bleeding where you stand but you don’t really need to know thisDo you really need a notice? Back down or get clapped
Back up and refocus
Man up or be found man down with two open
Wounds, one head, one heart, and so brokenBalancing my essence to show you my luminescence
Mind equals weapon, protects me from evil blessings
Blow smoke into the nexus, contestants, they shouldn’t test it
Immaculate conception kills all of your second guessing
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