LASTER

LASTER - Off Balance lyrics

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(feat. Ed O.G.)

[Ed O.G.]

Hey yo, give me stocks like brokers

I'm killin all you chumps with the choker, the big joker

Holdin trumps while you gettin broker, so callate la voca

I like my coffee black, give me cream to make it [Primo scratch]

Any challenger, can get hung like a calendar

and changed by the month, I remain in the front

I don't fuck with fakes, never ran from Jakes

Style be High like the Stakes, gettin cream like Drake's Cupcakes

No mistakes, I wouldn't play myself

like all you MC's and get thrown in Ricki Lake's

Cause I ain't Jones-in like Jenny

Plus I keep it real like when Janet was Penny

I be a master, Ed O.G. with that nigga Laster

Holdin MC steel, and we're movin right past ya

with forty-four thousand ways to blast

Cause a nigga gotta do what he hasta

[cut and scratched] "Knock you off balance... good!"

[Laster]

What up and down, crews fall and count the losses

In Hell you forced the spell with metaphorcial forces

Now microphones, fiends for my vocal tones

Twenty-four grown, run it down one day know right from wrong

I master my opponents, lift the scene success

Succeed in so much verse, you in this biz so bless

Money I roll like ?fresh dern traces to North?

for surgery, [Primo doubles words and makes this incomprehensible]

.. this to get down [Primo doubles words again]

.. then none, or present to run youths while you done done

Now steel notes down your bodystructure, the masterpieces

[Primo doubles words again] .. just like fishes

And ?vicious?, no ran-on like sentences

when my mind spray [Primo yet again] game crime style can't relate

so bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggaz to spark this

I turn em harmless when I'm rhymin niggaz gutless

The unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laugh

the Omega, they kills my path to Mr. Backdraft

Cause MC's get drags like fags, holdin a six-six flag

When the mind get open kid I swept em off the ave

Lift your face with one flow and on that blow

swallow your fonts now you shittin steel out your asshole

[cut and scratched] "Knock you off balance... good!"

[Laster]

Only the strong survive, but the slickest be the richest

I throw my shadow with an echo, full moon status

Naturally hit trees of buddha, we got props like a new do

?On lingaling portables? make crews not know where to run to

So when you enter, learn to get burnt

And overstand the realness son, and some few good tunes

cause faces of death, will form a target on your jacket

The wanted mack ?spread beans?, approach you like a fuckin Deadpool

Like I'm Magnus cops roll, tried to bag us deep

in the corner of Blue Hill, wide open steel scared of us

What? We see no fuss, knahmean?

And chicks get bagged like grocery, try to get that meal on real

Crews run sort of like blacks on blocks

Gun don't stay silent, at these rhyming grooves off balance

6-1-7 mass massacre scar you for life

Ghetto survivor son, leave two in your secret box

[more cutting and scratching]

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