Текст песни Laster f Ed O.G. - Off Balance
Laster f Ed O.G. - Off Balance слова песни
* transcribed from the DJ Premier scratched version and containing many errors[Ed O.G.]Hey yo, give me stocks like brokersI`m killin all you chumps with the choker, the big jokerHoldin trumps while you gettin broker, so callate la vocaI like my coffee black, give me cream to make it *Primo scratch*Any challenger, can get hung like a calendarand changed by the month, I remain in the frontI don`t fuck with fakes, never ran from JakesStyle be High like the Stakes, gettin cream like Drake`s CupcakesNo mistakes, I wouldn`t play myselflike all you MC`s and get thrown in Ricki Lake`sCause I ain`t Jones-in like JennyPlus I keep it real like when Janet was PennyI be a master, Ed O.G. with that nigga LasterHoldin MC steel, and we`re movin right past yawith forty-four thousand ways to blastCause 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 lossesIn Hell you forced the spell with metaphorcial forcesNow microphones, fiends for my vocal tonesTwenty-four grown, run it down one day know right from wrongI master my opponents, lift the scene successSucceed in so much verse, you in this biz so blessMoney 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 doneNow steel notes down your bodystructure, the masterpieces*Primo doubles words again* .. just like fishesAnd ?vicious?, no ran-on like sentenceswhen my mind spray *Primo yet again* game crime style can`t relateso bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggaz to spark thisI turn em harmless when I`m rhymin niggaz gutlessThe unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laughthe Omega, they kills my path to Mr. BackdraftCause MC`s get drags like fags, holdin a six-six flagWhen the mind get open kid I swept em off the aveLift your face with one flow and on that blowswallow 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 richestI throw my shadow with an echo, full moon statusNaturally hit trees of buddha, we got props like a new do?On lingaling portables? make crews not know where to run toSo when you enter, learn to get burntAnd overstand the realness son, and some few good tunescause faces of death, will form a target on your jacketThe wanted mack ?spread beans?, approach you like a fuckin DeadpoolLike I`m Magnus cops roll, tried to bag us deepin the corner of Blue Hill, wide open steel scared of usWhat? We see no fuss, knahmean?And chicks get bagged like grocery, try to get that meal on realCrews run sort of like blacks on blocksGun don`t stay silent, at these rhyming grooves off balance6-1-7 mass massacre scar you for lifeGhetto survivor son, leave two in your secret box*more cutting and scratching*