Bishop Lamont - Ya Losin' Lyrics
Now in the morning Mike talking, I’m Richie RamirezNice talking, it’s a murder when I make an appearanceSkywalker light, saber rhymesSay goodnight Taladega track, rapper recites sciggaPoltergeist, head spinnerGreat rapper, even better swimmerGotta be this industry, it’s shark week, what’s for dinner?See my fin up, you know I’m ‘bout to eat with the condimentsSo much blood on the beach, the paramedics are vomitingSupreme architect, sick as a porn setI feel so alone, my competition isn’t born yetSworn to the code, I follow til I’m finitoThese hoes wanna swallow my sword like it’s a freakshowHe’s pretty good, I could beat him in my sleep thoughI learned to play the game, you still need a *****in’ cheat codeSo please don’t try to play me this week blowYou never gonna make it like Shaq shootin’ a freak yoIt’s been a problem, these rappers carrots is getting boiledMy clique is sick of you freshmans, your milk is spoiledI’m ‘bout to break take up your space and your real estateKick you out your own shit, smash up your dinner platesI’m probly tippin’ with my visions from the third eyeSee your aura before a conversation, I’m so highEnough to quantum leap the time space continuumAnd hypnotize tomorrow with the motion of my pendulumMy spine is lacrossin’, it’s lost in disguisesBallet of appalls, brainwashed of his desiresI’m a phantom, many cars, you’d better step with some cautionEvery round leads to brain cell lost and sheer exhaustionI’m Gravity Christ, competition unseenBishop pointed out Vic and seen a *****ed up teamIn a blink I moved a whoop, they had a *****ed up queenLike a scene from a movie with a *****ed up themeNah, we don’t believe in competitionJust more volunteers for the *****in’ morticianSee, we the victors ***** and you’re the victimsMy gun brrrrr the stick, I’m ha ha-ha, stick ‘emSee we the real deal, we really killed bin LadenObama called us when that nigga got a problemNigga we the champs, y’all fools ain’t ballin’Okay, it’s time to get downRun up, rob you fools, I want my money right nowLike Jay Z Wentworth, like old Jackal LambeezerGo ahead, call for backup, them niggas is desertI’m a wizard *****, you can’t defeat meWorkaholic alcoholic, just as seen on TVSo brolic anabolics, mingle steroids on my saladUp and down in the world, whole chest get blowI drink muscle milk and sniff inno explodeTurn up vengeance on you niggas, give you lumps and stichesYou stupid sons of *****esMy sick styles relentlessMy rhyme skills is endlessYou *****ed up tremendousAnd a wife beater, I’ll flip over your 2 seaterMaybe I should smoke you with my 9 mmI told you niggas nice and smoothWe run this here, ain’t shit you can doYo expendables kill your own, that’s cruelThe techniques is hazardous, rising like LazarusMe the constant nigga like Jesus of that NazarethScripture, over shadowy cliptureNo Instagram, I can paint the pictureLiterature, banana clips I spit to cheerWe major emcees, you men mature