Bare Witness (Clean)

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