Madsol-Desar - Off Balance lyrics

* transcribed from the DJ Premier scratched version and containing many errors [Ed O.G.] Hey yo, give me stocks like brokers I'm k**in 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 f** 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 n***a Laster Holdin MC steel, and we're movin right past ya With forty-four thousand ways to blast Cause a n***a gotta do what he hasta "Knock you off balance... good!" *cut and scratched* [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 n***as to spark this I turn em harmless when I'm rhymin n***as gutless The unstoppable, Laster, money bring heat, I laugh The Omega, they k**s my path to Mr. Backdraft Cause MC's get drags like f*gs, 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 sh**tin steel out your a**hole "Knock you off balance... good!" *cut and scratched* [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 d**h, will form a target on your jacket The wanted mack ?spread beans?, approach you like a f**in 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 ma** ma**acre scar you for life Ghetto survivor son, leave two in your secret box *more cutting and scratching*