Off Balance (RMX) [Dirty]

Lyrics

Laster - "Off Balance (RMX)" [Emcee(s): Laster] [Producer(s): Madsol-Desar] [Scratches: DJ 360°] [Additional Vocals: [?]] [Intro (Overlapped with Hook): [?]] Yo, it's that remix, son. Niggas is still off-balance, the whole world's off-balance. Ha! [Hook (Overlapped with Intro): Samples with Scratches by DJ 360°] "Knock you off-balance" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x4) [Verse 1: Laster] Yo, son, I'm like a Glock behind your back, full of bodies of Hung beats, thick emcees. As you can see, nobody Time's up. Make moves, crazy niggas on their hobbies Young Knightz squeeze to put aims on five heartbeats Under pressure. No time for note on your dresser I fly speedy-fast—"but don't forget your vest, sir" On that one block, don't front. What? You know the deal Niggas in Bus One is on the move, and that's for real So come in peace or rest in peace. [?] hop My ass up, and I cock back for The Beast. Now here's The verdict: no mercy [?] Try to prevent disasters before them niggas' heads is ground Lab scientifical, [?] Swallow with drama. Closed-casket, now I got ya With [?]. Thousands wait to do my thing [?] fuck with my team, reign supreme, get caught by beams Damn niggas flossing on your town like mass niggas Off-balance [?] that's mad niggas Over the fences, [?] rain, nonstop pouring [?] all comp get [?] 'Til I light your song and blow up your spot Kid, you fucked up and tried to deal with the Devil's own When I rock [Hook (Overlapped with Intro): Samples with Scratches by DJ 360°] "Knock you off-balance" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x4) [Verse 2: Laster] Run up and down—crews fall and count the losses In Hell, you're forced to spell with metaphorcial forces Microphones fiends for my vocal tones 24, grown, run it down. One day, know right from wrong Son, I master my opponents, live to see success [?], yo, in this biz, so bless Money, I'll roll like [?] For surgery [?] But it's the get-down to your throat, son, lower Than none, always on the run, you'll swear you're the don Now steel notes stone your body structure, the masterpieces And [?] release your mental tank like fishes And bitches get ran-on like sentences when my mind Spray, [?] game, crime style can't relate Bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggas to spark this I'll turn 'em harmless. When I'm rhyming, niggas gutless The unstoppable Laster. Money, bring heat, I laugh The Omega take care of my path—don't miss the backdraft And emcees get dragged like fags holding a 6-6 Flag. When the mind get open, kid, I swept 'em off the ave I'll lift your face with one flow [?] Swallow your fronts—now you're shitting steel out your assholes [Hook (Overlapped with Intro): Samples with Scratches by DJ 360°] (x2) "Knock you off-balance" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x4) [Verse 3: Laster] Only the Strong survive, but the slickest be the richest [?] my shadow with an echo, full-moon status Now THB's the crew—yo, we get props like a new 'do Holding illegal [?], make crews not know where to run to So when you enter, learn or get burned and Overstand the realness, son, and some few concerns 'Cause faces of death will form a target on your jacket [?] approach you like [?] a fucking Deadpool Like I'm Magnus, cops roll, try to bag a thief In the corner of Blue Hill, wide-open, still scared to bust What? We see no fuss, nah'mean? And chicks get bagged like groceries, trying to get that mill' On real, crews run solo like blacks on blocks Gun don't stay silenced. Half these rapping crews off-balance 6-1-7 Mass massively scarred you for life Ghetto survivors, son. Leave two in your secret box