The Roots - Tip The Scale Lyrics

The Roots - Tip The Scale Lyrics:

[Hook: Dice Raw]
Homicide or suicide
Heads or Tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale
My Way, my way
My Way, my way

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I’m always early
I never take off cause I got a job
Rob Peter to pay Paul
Now I realize it’s the winner that takes all
Do what I gotta do because I can’t take loss
Picture me living life as if I’m some animal
That consumes its own dreams like I’m a cannibal
I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loaners
Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas
And the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin live without sin
Until then, I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
Counting the faces of those that might have been
It’s like living that life but I won’t live that life again

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 2: Dice Raw]
Lot of niggas go to prison
How many come out Malcolm X?
I know I’m not
Shit, can’t even talk about the rest
Famous last words: “You under arrest”
Will I get popped tonight? It’s anybody’s guess
I guess a nigga need to stay cunning
I guess when the cops comin’ need to start runnin
I won’t make the same mistakes from my last run in
You either done doing crime now or you done in
I got a brother on the run and one in
Wrote me a letter, he said when you comin’
Shit man, I thought the goal’s to stay out
Back against the wall, then shoot your way out
Gettin’ money’s a style that never plays out
‘Til you end up boxin’ your stash, money’s paid out
The scales of justice ain’t equally weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging graves out

[Hook]

The Roots - Make My Ft Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics

The Roots - Make My Ft Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]
I did it all for the money, Lord
That’s what it seems..
Well, in the world of night terrors it’s
Hard to dream, they hollerin’ cash rules everything
Just call it cream, cause when it rises to the top
You get the finer things
Oceanfronts, rolling blunts with model chicks
And saying grace over lobster and steak
Like please forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates
Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes
For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes
Addicted to the green, if I don’t ball I’ll get the shakes
I’d give it all for a peace of mind, for Heaven’s sake
My heart’s so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks
Cause everything that wasn’t for me I had to chase

[Hook]
They told me that the ends
Won’t justify the means
They told me at the end
Don’t justify the dreams
That I’ve had since a child
Maybe I’ll throw in the towel
Make my (make my)
Make my (make my)
Departure from the world

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Tryin’ to control the fits of panic
Unwritten and unraveled, it’s the dead man’s pedantic
Whatever, see it’s really just a matter of semantics
When everybody’s fresh out of collateral to damage
My splaying got me praying like a mantis
I begin to vanish
Feel the pull of the blank canvas
I’m contemplating that special dedication
To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation
Fading back to black, my dark coronation
The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte
That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay
If there’s a Heaven I can’t find a stairway

[Hook]

The Roots - Tip The Scale Lyrics

Track 9 off undun, ft Dice Raw Video Directed, Shot & Edited by Clifton Bell. undun is an existential re-telling of the short life of one Redford Stephens (1974-1999). Utilizing a reverse narrative arc, the album begins as the listener finds Redford disoriented--postmortem--and attempting to make sense of his former life. As he moves through its pivotal moments he begins to deconstruct all that has led to his (and our own) coming undun.

The Roots - Tip The Scale Lyrics:

chorus (dice raw)
i’m a side of suicide
heads or tails
some think life is living hell
some live life just living well
i live life tryna tip the scale
my way, my way
my way, my way
verse 1 (black thought)
yo, i’m always early
i never take off cause i got a job
rob peter to pay paul
now i realize it’s the winner that takes all
do what i gotta do cause i can’t take loss
picture me living life as if i’m some animal
that consumes it’s own dreams like i’m a cannibal
i won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical
but still the alcohol mixed with the botanical
i guess i be referred to the owners manual full of loaners
full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas
and the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus
look, let he without sin live without sin
until then, i’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
counting the faces of those that might have been
it’s like living that life but i won’t live that life again
chorus
verse 2 (dice raw)
lotta niggas go to prison
how many come out malcolm x
i know i’m not shit
can’t even talk about the rest
famous last words
you under arrest
will i get popped tonight
it’s anybody’s guess
i guess a nigga need to stay cunning
i guess when the cops coming need to start running
i wont make the same mistakes
from my last run in
you either done doing crime now or you done in
i got a brother on the run and one in
wrote me a letter he said when you comin
shit man i thought the goal’s to stay out
back against the wall
then shoot your way out
getting money’s a style that never plays out
till you in a box
and your stash money’s paid out
the scales of justice
ain’t equally weighed out
only two ways out
digging tunnels or digging graves out

chorus