Yin/Yang

[Verse 1: Student 1]
The yin, the yang
The plus, the minus
Power, skill
The up, the down
The left, the right
The right, the wrong
The right, the left
The live, the die
The lie, the truth
The black, the white
The sunrise, the evening
The even, odd
The on the graph, the DNE
The intrigued, the unconcerned
The Bobby, Whitney
Building blocks, TNT, okay
Calm, crazy
Game, real
Deal, decline
The deal, the buy
The bye, hello
The by the book, the break the law
The brake, the floor it
Break, repair
The high, the low
The one percent, the penniless
The less, the more
The furthermore, the end of story
The give, indulge
The happy, sad
The input, output
Difficult, working for me?
I don't know 'n' I get it, uh
No no 'n' I let it, uh
Steady with the
Take over, keep control
Steady with the
Take over, keep control
Steady with the
Strong bond and the disconnect
The diss, respect
Make 'em
Direct, follow
Fall, rise, okay
Suspect, trust
Adore, despise, okay
Certain, indecisive, nah, okay
Maintain 'n' fluctuate
Eye be on the ball, I can't focus none (Ayy)
Clarity denied, puzzling no one, ooh (Ayy)
I can never die, little nigga done
Still, sky high when I'm low
Will I standby, will I go
One warren peace with the flow
Friend, foe
Contender, kin
You lose to life, find a balance
End, begin

[Chorus: Student 1]
Said I ain't got a motherfucking balance
High birdie dirty up my talons
While momma gon' be steady looking at me like
"Man why a motherfucker gotta smoke so much"
I ain't got a motherfucking balance
Sep Seven told me I better try and find one
Sep Seven told me I better try and find one
Sep Seven told me I better try and find one

[Verse 2: Tierra Whack]
Yeah
The hot, the cold
The weak, the bold
The new, the old
Am I supposed to be the one to end it?
I stop, I grow
I drop, I rose
I rock and roll
My momma raised me independent
Straight up out the projects
Can't believe you ain't died yet
Sending bomb threats
Baby boy I'm blessed
No contest
So stressed, fuck around and aim a Tec at ya moms neck
Mind your business, I'm dismissive
I ain't have a house or kitchen, mouse or kitten
My blouse was ripped and I had to keep wearing that shit
Had a book of writtens and I'm tearing that shit to pieces
To each his own
I sleep alone
I weep alone
I need a loan
I see the clones I leave alone, I
Hate the color red so I bleach the throne
The bad, the good
The can, the could
The burbs, the hood
The salt, the sug'
I wish, I would
Give up coming this far
I was 21 when I bought my first car
Running over niggas, left more than a scar
When it comes to the bar
Raise that shit so far up
Make 'em look up to the stars
I'm a fucking star player
Bar raiser, heartbreaker
Sharp razor, so major
Trailblazer, you faker
No paper, I'm greater
So don't bet on me if you planned on losing
It's so soothing who y'all choosin'
I'm still puking, who y'all foolin'
Tierra Whack point proven, yeah