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Bishop Lamont - Ya Losin' Lyrics

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  • 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 porn set
  • I feel so alone, my competition 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 *****in’ 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 space and your real estate
  • Kick you out your own shit, 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 space 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, competition unseen
  • Bishop pointed out Vic and seen a *****ed up team
  • In a blink I moved a whoop, they had a *****ed up queen
  • Like a scene from a movie with a *****ed up theme
  • Nah, we don’t believe in competition
  • Just more volunteers for the *****in’ mortician
  • See, we the victors ***** 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 nigga got a problem
  • Nigga 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 niggas is desert
  • I’m a wizard *****, 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 niggas, give you lumps and stiches
  • You stupid sons of *****es
  • My sick styles relentless
  • My rhyme skills is endless
  • You *****ed 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 niggas nice and smooth
  • We run this here, ain’t shit you can do
  • Yo expendables kill your own, that’s cruel
  • The techniques is hazardous, rising like Lazarus
  • Me the constant nigga 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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