Paroles: Laster. Other. Off Balance.

(feat. Ed O.G.)

[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 callate la voca
I like my coffee black, give me cream to make it [Primo scratch]
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 steel, and we're movin right past ya
with forty-four thousand ways to blast
Cause a nigga gotta do what he hasta

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[Laster]
What up and down, crews fall and count the losses
In Hell you forced the spell with metaphorcial forces
Now microphones, fiends for my vocal tones
Twenty-four grown, run it down one day know right from wrong
I master my opponents, lift the scene success
Succeed in so much verse, you in this biz so bless
Money I roll like ?fresh dern traces to North?
for surgery, [Primo doubles words and makes this incomprehensible]
.. this to get down [Primo doubles words again]
.. then none, or present to run youths while you done done
Now steel notes down your bodystructure, the masterpieces
[Primo doubles words again] .. just like fishes
And ?vicious?, no ran-on like sentences
when my mind spray [Primo yet again] game crime style can't relate
so bring the ruckus, darkness, sheistiest niggaz to spark this
I turn em harmless when I'm rhymin niggaz gutless
The unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laugh
the Omega, they kills my path to 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

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[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
?On lingaling 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 tunes
cause faces of death, will form a target on your jacket
The wanted mack ?spread beans?, approach you like a fuckin 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 scar you for life
Ghetto survivor son, leave two in your secret box

[more cutting and scratching]