Tightrope (feat. Big Boi) - A Capella [A Capella]

Whoaaa!
 Another day (adabadee, nigga)
 I take your pain away
 Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya
 When you get down they doubt ya
 And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin' bout it
 'Cause they can't tip on the scene
 They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it
 When you get elevated
 They love it or they hate it
 You dance up on them haters
 Keep getting funky on the scene
 While they jumpin' round ya
 They trying to take all of your dreams
 But you can't allow it
 'Cause baby whether you're high or low
 Whether you're high or low
 You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 Baby, baby, baby, whether you're high or low (high or low)
 Baby whether you're high or low (high or low)
 You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 And I'm still tippin' on it
 See I'm not walkin' on it
 Or tryin to run around it
 This ain't no acrobatics
 You either follow or you lead, yeah
 I'm talkin' bout ya
 Keep on blaming the machine, yeah
 I'm talkin' bout it
 T-t-t-talkin' bout it
 I can't complain about it
 I gotta keep my balance
 And just keep dancin' on it
 We gettin funky on the scene
 Yeah you know about it
 Like a star on the screen
 Watch me tip all on it
 Then baby whether I'm high or low (high or low)
 Baby whether you're high or low (high or low)
 You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 Baby, baby, baby
 Whether you're high or low (high or low)
 Baby whether you're high or low (high or low)
 Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
 Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it)
 And I'm still tippin' on it
 You gotta keep your balance
 Or you fall into the gap
 It's a challenge but I manage
 'Cause I'm cautious with the strap
 Do damage to your cabbage that
 A doctor cannot patch
 Why you don't want no friction
 Like the back of a matchbook
 Daddy Fat Sax will fold you
 And your MacBook
 Close shows, shut you down
 Before we go-go backwards
 Act up, and whether we high or low
 We gonna get back-up
 Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ
 Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
 Come on
 I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
 But I'm another flavor
 Something like a terminator
 Ain't no equivocating
 I fight for what I believe
 Why you talkin' 'bout it
 J-j-just talkin' 'bout it
 Some callin' me a sinner
 Some callin' me a winner
 I'm callin' you to dinner
 And you know exactly what I mean
 Yeah I'm talkin' bout you
 You can rock or you can leave
 Watch me tip without you
 N-n-now whether I'm high or low
 (High or low)
 Whether I'm high or low
 (High or low)
 I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
 (Tip, tip on it)
 Mmm
 (Tip, tip on it)
 Baby, baby, baby
 Whether I'm high or low
 (High or low)
 High or low
 (High or low)
 I got to tip on the tightrope
 (Tip, tip on it)
 Now baby tip on the tightrope
 You can't get too high
 (You can't get too high)
 I said you can't get too low
 (We can't get too low)
 Cause you get too high
 (You can't get too high)
 No, you'll surely be low
 (No, you'll surely be low)
 1, 2, 3, ho!
 Yeah, yeah
 Now shut up, yeah
 Yeah, now put some voodoo on it
 Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
 Yeah, oh
 We call that classy brass
 Ooh, ooh
 Oh!
 Do you mind?
 If I play the ukulele
 Just like a little lady
 Do you mind?
 If I play the ukulele
 Just like a little lady
 If I play the ukulele
 If I play my ukulele
 Just like a little lady
 Cause I'm a little lady