Off Balance

Lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "Knock you off balance" [Verse 1: 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 cállate la boca I like my coffee black, give me cream to make it mocha 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's still, and we're movin right past ya With .44 thousand ways to blast ya Cause a nigga gotta do what he has to [Scratch Hook] "Knock you off balance... good!" [Verse 2: Laster] What up and down, crews fall and count the losses In Hell you forced to spell with metaphorical forces Now microphones, fiends for my vocal tones Twenty-four grown, run it down where they know rhyme from wrong I master my opponents, lift the scene's success Accede from so much verse, doin this biz so blessed (no doubt) Money I roll like Face turn traces to North For surgery, pressing clandury like Alluva North But it's the get down to your throat, son Nowhere to none, art was in the run You is what you had done I steels notes down your bodystructure, the masterpieces Then that's them pieces tremendo things like fishes And bitches get ran-on like sentences When my mind spray we throw them in game Crime style can't relate So bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggas to spark this I turn em harmless when I'm rhymin niggas gutless The unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laugh The Omega, they kills my pastor 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 [Scratch Hook] [Verse 3: 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 Illegally on 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 turns Cause faces of death will form a target on your jacket Don't want it match spread beans, approach you like a faggot 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 scarred you for life Ghetto survivor son, leave two in your secret box