Off Balance (RMX) [Dirty]

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