Текст (слова) песни: Laster f Ed O.G. - Off Balance

 
* transcribed from the DJ Premier scratched version and containing many errors 
 
[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 
 
	"Knock you off balance... good!" *cut and scratched* 
 
[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 
 
	"Knock you off balance... good!" *cut and scratched* 
 
[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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