Bare Witness (Clean)

Lyrics

Laster - "Bare Witness" [Emcee(s): Laster] [Producer(s): Madsol-Desar] [Verse 1: Laster] But it Was never like that. Couldn't believe it 'til I heard this cat Yo, son want me flat and littered with holes in my back (I'm) (Making promises) Promises are harsh enough when taken lightly I got to make it happen 'fore these punk niggas strike me Property niggas front and still drain your pockets for the loot [?] corroborate you with the stick up—what? You on the streets, yo, where we play for keeps With dangerous, automatic weapon, leave your dome split (For real) Get homesick and your ass kicked—you should have listened [?] man's word and that's that wrong decision Pump your head [?] and then relax the dreads, son [?] 'cause your arms used to run with the Feds? Grew up with a bunch of niggas [?] In an early age and every [?] Talk more shit than [?] can take Fake since birth, son got more nerve than toothache [Hook: Laster] (x2) I master my opponents, spit to see success Succeed [?] in this biz so blessed This is the element you want to be at—some try to reach that Laster's gonna stay fat [Verse 2: Laster] Bare witness at the fifth element of hip hop Surprised at [?] Amidst the backdrop, set fire with one eye prior A non-smoking session where water couldn't get higher Searching for meaning, but which guy is responsible For my DNA? [?] with the particles Grab mics aggressively 'cause nuclear disaster [?] of emcees [?] just like we're hellfire With skills that turn the world to a third-world country Times three [?] Nonregistered, fake delegate of [?] Respect goes to those with a plan and trust none [?] busting, son. I must seem to see Provolone 'cause [?] [?]. Word is bond, son And to music, guess who's the maestro? [Hook: Laster] (x2) I master my opponents, spit to see success Succeed [?] in this biz so blessed This is the element you want to be at—some try to reach that Laster's gonna stay fat [Verse 3: Laster] I'll play the sideline, watch it up-and-down like a flick [?] growing up in them streets Well, I admit, black, the agony we had to face was wack That's how I learned how to watch my front and back 'cause I got Fans and fans from [?] Montreal, some [?] from being wild in Japan Who been on hold longer than a Christian for Jesus' comeback Fuck niggas that cut up some gats and back, and to Your eyes, we're [?] there's no challenge My birds stay on the East and fight the breeze off-balance Source Magazine: your book of rhyme off the hook, but some Want to leave my ego tripped while I'm on the go Towards the mind, hold big Glock of life. Addict to killing Mics. [?] the music All night