Usual Suspects

By Makeba Mooncycle

On Balance

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[Verse 1]

Who is this I see, staring back at me

Trying to get all deep in my reality

See they painting pictures, and trynna figure

To see how the Moon maintains her glitter

Check my luster, and my shine

Damn her feet still hitting the grind

I must maintain, to hurt and stain

From Brooklyn Bridges, Carolina riches

Same hustle, same struggle, nobody to love ya

Looking for the real in this world of fakes

No regrets here, only mad mistakes

Thinking you controlled every move I make

Don't eat from mine, just get your own plate

Why befriend MC's, they drain you energy

Get right up on ya, snatch your persona

Pro black ass with white girl dream

Down for the struggle with big bitch schemes

They broke the code, and sold my mold

Thought ignorant brothers could hold me back

And steal my light, knock me right off track

Like I couldn't see they were coming for me

It's crystal clear, I'm all in your ear


[Chorus: sample]

And oh, he comes, there's no survivors

You got that real look in your eyes

And oh, he comes, there's no survivors

You got that real look in your eyes


[Verse 2]

See I caught you staring out the corners of your eyes

But don't look suprised, star struck, the mesmerized

The heavens laid hands on me, they selected

Blessed me, slaid my enemies, I protected

What you give out, comes back, ten folds

The skills I possess, outweighs your weight and gold

Some say I broke the mould, I say I'm too cold

I'm tired of dealing with brothers with bad moods

And I'm tired of dealing with sisters with attitudes

Those evil eyes committed a crime

Falsified vows and falsified rhyme

Surrounded by enemies, an up hill battle

On the way to the top, I'm sleeping to Seattle

Waiting for the ultimate reward

Waited for someone to move on the same accord

Made promises to look out, whomever got on first

Used my resources, to fill and then you cursed

Left me pine barrain, your reasons not apparent

Couldn't even put me on your album for a verse

Knowing how I nurse, now you on the third

Still not a word, I can watch you die real slowly over time

I will always be nice and remain in my prime

I refuse frustration, don't call confrontation


[Chorus to end w/ Makeba Mooncycle on the phone]