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Braille - Tip the Scale
(from the album Scatter Brain)
© copyright 2005

Yo, man, all these rappers talking about money, talking about loot. I’m about to tip the scale on them. You know what I’m saying? (Do the mathmatics)

So all young rappers who wanna make cheese
Put down the microphone and start making beats
Uh, laying some tracks on a major label release
If you keep your publishing, you’ll get crazy royalties
Don’t lose samples, you’ll lose all your profits
Which defeats the plan of putting money in your pocket
I’m just trying to help you get started in the industry
It’s not as easy as it seems, but it can be
It’s simple as getting ten G’s for one track
Build as reputation, put your name on the map
If you gotta start small, make the most of it
Producers on the ? you’ll get your name known from it
That’s when you start charging even to your homies
Business is business, you gotta make your money
If you’re looking for a career, then take my advice
But there’s no guarantee that you’ll be legendary

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You don’t gotta be an emcee to have a voice
All you gotta do is speak, live
You don’t gotta make music, just be yourself
This is how I tip, tip, tip the scale
You don’t gotta be an emcee to have a voice
All you gotta do is speak, live
You don’t gotta make music, just be yourself
This is how I tip the scale, tip the scale

This is how I tip the scale (Rip it, Braille)
I plan to advance you, go raid like ants do
Be on my body mass, got the masses moving they body
I be rocking tracks harder than a train wreck
Heads nodding, it’s a pain in the neck
Test the mental, I touch all your senses
But sentence is my car stereo, stock, rims not
Just a house down the block, no mansion, no yacht
Crazy thing is I’m happy with what I got
You want the top so bad you’re taking your best shot
With a fully loaded Glock, watch out for the ricochet
Give ? for your watch and beat down for showing off
Blowing someone else’s spot, trying to make a living
We got convicts collecting worldly checks in prison cells
And A & R’s signing street rappers cuz their image sells
Who would have thought they would kill themselves

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Next time put your record advance in a savings account
Cuz after six months later, it’s all running out
Yeah the money’s running out, bro, but so is your time
The average rap career is less than ten years, we’re all in out prime
How many artists from ’93 are still here
Less than ten percent, so what happened to the rest
Probably found a different line of work instead of spitting lines
They got nothing left to show from when they used to shine
Just a bunch of baby’s mommas who ain’t getting child support
So in this rap game, I’m like, yo, order in the court
We all wanna be on TV and own the finer things
But not me, my priority is longevity
I’m family minded, not trying to be the richest
Cuz honestly the richest thing I’ve already received through forgiveness
You can have all the groupies, you can bling with the best
Just don’t come crying to me when you can’t pay the debt
I tip the scale

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