Balance - Justin Sky

Eyes closed.

On a tightrope, let the noose hang low low like a mic cord

Skin dark but I’m bright though

Skill, heart, and I fight cold

Squad numbers like a FICO

Whole gang about to jump off, tell the pilot fly low

No games but I high score, boy sane but a psycho

Asylum with alumni in a high slum in some nice clothes

Dice roll, 1nine in my sight, oh?

he alive though, boy a cyclone

And I ride those

Keepin up the balance, feeding on my talent

Feel like… I’m feeding off the silence

Beating it the loudest

Echo… heard that… change face like a gecko

Same face from the get go, cliff-hanger finna let go

Cause it all falls down, but I rise up with my eyes up

The yin and the yang, I’m feeling the same

The criminal things give innocent gains

Cool in the flame, I got balance

Verse 2 |

iLL Camille

Millie chill but I’m on 10

My boy Jus' said to go in

I only move at godspeed, I never needed a timepiece

The old me turn a new leaf, I’m A1 over these beats

I been chose, little rose who arose from the concrete

I’m the gal that ya pal and ya dad endorse

Raddatat tat, blast that, cash galore

Hit the beach like I’m tryna get black some more

They don’t wanna wage war, homie that’s for sure

Flow sacred, it’s lit like yom kippur, premium 91, not gas of course

I mean humbly speakin, I mean the speakers they rumble like hungry stomachs

We teamin up

Two men and a little lady, the fortress we formin up, it’s bigger than us

We passin the buck, we sorta like libras

We carry the weight, then put it all on our shoulders

Then we was like «eff it» we gotta bring em the balance

I voted for pedro, forget the polls and the ballots

Cocoa butter to the skin, we screamin «we matter»

Movin the mountains

And stuck between a rock and hard place, soft-hearted like Drake singing ballads

But really in the end, I’mma be the perfect blend

And one day say I’m a dope mom, daughter, and rapper, yea

Verse 3 |

Mickey Factz

Mickey!

The top is not what I aim for, unless we talkin about halos

But that would mean that I’m an angel, and that’s a big «but», it’s like J-Lo

But wait though, my writing’s kinda like Plato

Inside the fire volcano, I inspire higher than a plane go

Over San Diego wearin' Blade clothes

I’m a pusher, see the tee is plain though

Cocaine flow, I wanna jet son, I need Jane-dough

Unidentified, OJ mode

Bloody glove the rap with a blunt attached

While I’m sunken back, call me Kato

The balance is a couple pesos and I’m balanced cause I’m gettin paid though

Fuego

I lay lower than a dame strokin on the same trojan

From the main moment

That she woke up in the sun ray glowin

So she do the walk of shame knowin'

People see the same clothes on her

When she came in, but she straight hoin'

Chillin now, layin low, you get it now?

Factz!