lirik lagu ya losin’ – bishop lamont
now in the morning mike talking, i’m richie ramirez
nice talking, it’s a murder when i make an appearance
skywalker light, saber rhymes
say goodnight taladega track, rapper recites scigga
poltergeist, head spinner
great rapper, even better swimmer
gotta be 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 p-rn set
i feel so alone, my compet-tion isn’t born yet
sworn to the code, i follow til i’m finito
these hoes wanna swallow my sword like it’s a freakshow
he’s pretty good, i could beat him in my sleep though
i learned to play the game, you still need a f-ckin’
cheat code
so please don’t try to play me this week blow
you never gonna make it like shaq shootin’ a freak yo
it’s been a problem, these rappers carrots is getting
boiled
my clique is sick of you freshmans, your milk is
spoiled
i’m ’bout to break take up your sp-ce and your real
estate
kick you out your own sh-t, smash up your dinner plates
i’m probly tippin’ with my visions from the third eye
see your aura before a conversation, i’m so high
enough to quantum leap the time sp-ce continuum
and hypnotize tomorrow with the motion of my pendulum
my spine is lacrossin’, it’s lost in disguises
ballet of appalls, brainwashed of his desires
i’m a phantom, many cars, you’d better step with some
caution
every round leads to brain cell lost and sheer
exhaustion
i’m gravity christ, compet-tion unseen
bishop pointed out vic and seen a f-cked up team
in a blink i moved a whoop, they had a f-cked up queen
like a scene from a movie with a f-cked up theme
nah, we don’t believe in compet-tion
just more volunteers for the f-ckin’ mortician
see, we the victors b-tch and you’re the victims
my gun brrrrr the stick, i’m ha ha-ha, stick ’em
see we the real deal, we really killed bin laden
obama called us when that n-gg- got a problem
n-gg- we the champs, y’all fools ain’t ballin’
okay, it’s time to get down
run up, rob you fools, i want my money right now
like jay z wentworth, like old jackal lambeezer
go ahead, call for backup, them n-gg-s is desert
i’m a wizard b-tch, you can’t defeat me
workaholic alcoholic, just as seen on tv
so brolic anabolics, mingle steroids on my salad
up and down in the world, whole chest get blow
i drink muscle milk and sniff inno explode
turn up vengeance on you n-gg-s, give you lumps and
stiches
you stupid sons of b-tches
my sick styles relentless
my rhyme skills is endless
you f-cked up tremendous
and a wife beater, i’ll flip over your 2 seater
maybe i should smoke you with my 9 mm
i told you n-gg-s nice and smooth
we run this here, ain’t sh-t you can do
yo expendables kill your own, that’s cruel
the techniques is hazardous, rising like lazarus
me the constant n-gg- like jesus of that nazareth
scripture, over shadowy clipture
no instagram, i can paint the picture
literature, banana clips i spit to cheer
we major emcees, you men mature
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