Black Milk - Losing Out feat. Royce Da 5'9 [MMA Music] | Текст песни

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• Losing Out feat. Royce Da 5'9 [MMA Music]

[Black Milk]

Yeah, let's talk about who's the most underestimated plus underrated city in this hip hop game,

Let's talk about I don't know if these industry mofo's overlook us 'cause they might be afraid, they don't know if we get the spot like that, you might not get your spotlight back for a couple dec-ades,

Let's talk about Auburn a burn now-a-days twice turn, like Berry Gordy came back,

Don't think about comparing us to another Metropolitan area or anywhere on this globe,

Let's talk about us breaking barriers spittin' sick as malaria spittin, you not even spittin' a cold,

Let's talk about how they make the masses attracted to the wack like a magnet it's a sad mission.

Just talkin' bout how I mastered these massive lyrics of ass like you in a class with a mathmetician,

Just think about losing out..

Naw, you're not losing yet, we beat up beats like this all the time, you got a few minutes of abuse, my nigga Royce where you at?

[Royce Da 5'9\"]

Right here my nigga.

Yes, let's talk about I got more cases than a maw' fucking A-R clip than they got on our mirror,

Let's talk about if you from the \"D\" and you don't fuck with X, trick a lead then you prolly a square

Let's talk about the Metropolitan area, venereal spitter, still Proof burial bitter, poof

Talk about me, I'ma be on yo ass trouble sells I will take I to the double L,

Not think about tusslin' wit' a head bustin' who got mo' muscle than Cool J, double L, hah

You can pop like that, take off your whole top like brap another body what the hell

Let's talk about makin nigga's hard earned money or us puttin money on heads like I'm payin' their barbers

Talkin' bout cuttin' mouth, hangover, RangeRover, settin' 50 when I hit the streets game over, nigga I ain't neva losing out

[Black Milk]

Naw, nope, it's almost over, I give you one last chance to keep up, round three nigga', uh,

Let's talk about the best, the worst, started from birth with the gift and the curse nah I'm just spittin' the verse,

Just to talk about whenever I'm spittin' the verse feels like my words is splittin the Earth in two,

Got 'em talkin' 'bout rules, that rap dude that master so clap move when messin' with the boom, baBOOM, like the \"D\", when the crack moves in the street, niggas pull heat longer than Shaq's shoes

Don't think about

[Royce Da 5'9\"]

bringin' out the meanest cuz we about clean 'em out,
phone calls could lead to a red shirt
ringing out gun shots Tec hurt, expert, leanin' out the window bringin' my inner demon out

Talkin' bout how we got it mastered, the fact that, whenever me and Black, do a track, it's a classic

Talkin' 'bout my life nigga no sound realer rider with the 4 pound Thriller like Mike, out.

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