Off Balance

[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