Текст песни Ya Losing

Yeah, right here, what up bitches?
Mr. Sandman
War machine prototype

Now when I'm on the mic talking, I'm Richard Ramirez

Night stalker, it's a murder when I make an appearance
Skywalker, light saber, rhymes
Say goodnight Taladega track, rapper recites sick of Poltergeist, head spinner
Great rapper, even better swimmer
Gotta beat this industry, it's shark week, what's for dinner?
See my fin up, you know I'm 'bout to eat with the condiments
So much blood on the beach, the paramedics are vomiting
Supreme architect, sick as a porn set
I feel so alone, my competition isn't born yet
Sworn to the code, I follow till I'm finito
These hoes wanna swallow my sword like it's a freak show
He's pretty good, I could beat him in my sleep though
I learned to play the game, you still need a fucking cheat code
So please don't try to play me this week, bro
You never gonna make it like Shaq shooting a freak, yo

It's been a problem, these rapper cockroaches is getting boiled
My clique is sick of you freshman, your milk is spoiled
I'm 'bout to break, take up your space and your real estate
Kick you out your own shit, smash up your dinner plates
I'm probably tipping with my visions from the third eye
See your aura before a conversation, I'm so high
Enough to quantum leap the time space continuum
And hypnotize tomorrow with the motion of my pendulum
My spine is the crossing, it's lost in disguises
Ballet of appalls, brainwashed of his desires
I'm a phantom, and it costs, you'd better step with some caution
Every round leads to brain cell loss and sheer exhaustion
I'm gravity, Christ, competition unseenBishop Lamont - Ya Losing - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bishop-lamont/ya-losing-lyrics.html
Bitch pointed out a vic and seen a fucked up team
In a blink I moved a whoop, they had a fucked up queen
Like a scene from a movie with a fucked up theme

We don't believe in competition
Just more volunteers for the fucking mortician
See, we the victors bitch and you're the victims
My gun brr the stick, I'm ha ha, ha, stick 'em
See, we the real deal, we really killed bin Laden
Obama called us when that nigga got a problem
Nigga we the champs, y'all fools ain't balling

Okay, it's time to get down
Run up, rob you fools, I want my money right now
Like Jay Z Wentworth, like a jackal '.
Go ahead, call for backup, them niggas is desert
I'm a wizard bitch, you can't defeat me
Workaholic alcoholic, just as seen on TV
So brolic anabolic, sprinkle steroids on my salad
Up and around the world, whole chest get blown
I drink muscle milk and sniff, it don't explode
Turn up vengeance on you niggas, give you lumps and stitches
You stupid sons of bitches
My sick style's relentless, my rhyme scheme is endless
You fucked up tremendous
And a wife beater, I'll flip over your two seater
Maybe I should smoke you with my 9 mm
I told you niggas, nice and smooth, we run this here, ain't shit you can do
Yo expendables, kill your own, that's cruel
The technique is hazardous, rising like Lazarus
Meet the constant nigga like Jesus of that Nazareth
Scripture, over shadowy clip that
No Instagram, I can paint the picture
Literature, banana clips I spit to cheer
We major MC's, you men mature