{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Break The Scale by ErnestoKade • Audius","description":"[Intro]\n[Verse]\nHe snatch a loaf, three years, case closed\nDude snatch a state, they seat him, no cap, exposed\nSame robe, same code, not the same bread\nPrice of the verdict wrote before it’s read\n[Verse]\nJudge know your name before the file\nTen minutes, a clerk, a number, a pile\nSuits get a walk, you get the cuffs\nHe slide to the car, they hold the door, that’s enough\nFuck the bench, he already knew the name\nYou get the pile, he get the walk, same game\n[Verse]\nLaw wrote for every crib on the grid\nApplied to the ones with no name, no bid\nEqual in the speech, bread in the pocket\nMarshal at the door, broke on the block get\nWrong name, wrong skin, stopped on sight\nJit catch a case, white collar catch a night off, right\nSame law on paper, two prices at the door\nYou catch a case, he catch a toast, that’s the score\n[Verse]\nFraud when it’s theirs, nature when it’s you\nSame hand in the till, two fares, one true\nOne end up locked, one walk with the scores\nScale lean before it even hit the floor\nMerit on the tongue, inheritance under\nYou run the sprint, they ten meters, no cap, wonder\nDiploma open them, yours open the sort\nSame paper, wrong name, you don’t get the report\nFuck the merit talk, you was behind from the start\nThey born with the key, you born with the chart\n[Solo]\nOld head told you keep your head down, don’t crash out\nMeanwhile they crash the books and still walk out\nIon want the speech, ion want the smile\nWant the same sentence when it’s their pile\nThey call it complex so they don’t say stole\nSame hand, same city, not the same hole\nYou explain the joint, he explain the fund\nHe walk, you don’t, deadass, that’s the run\n[Verse]\nFault at the bottom, pardon at the top\nBroke explain, rich get the drop\nSecond chance a luxury you can’t buy\nThey get a new one every time they lie\nFuck the drop, they lie and still get paid\nYou tell the truth and still don’t make the gate\n\n[Verse]Cop know the block more than the judge\nJudge know the club, ion want you loud\nOrder when your block catch a flame\nException when the smoke got their name\nInjustice ain’t no slip, it’s the page\nManual printed, calm down, stay in your cage\nKeep the number, keep the name, don’t trade\nTheirs stay clean ‘cause yours stay dirty, that’s the rate\nName stay dirty so the club can stay straight\nBreak the scale, don’t thank ‘em for the weight\n[Solo]\n[Outro]\nBreak the scale\nThe scale\nScale\n\nWritten, composed and produced by ErnestoKade.\nReleased by Tiple Sound Records.","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-discovery-1.altego.net/content/baeaaaiqsedcuydi62xlmkohygtdrzm3y5eof7mjccl3sn2ph3rp2qmmdfxq4y/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"ErnestoKade","author_url":"https://audius.co/ErnestoKade","cache_age":3600}