Ya Losin

[Verse One] [Ryu]: Now when I'm on the mic talkin', I'm Richard Ramirez Night stalking, it's a murder when I make an appearance Skywalker lightsaber rhymes Say goodnight Taladega track, ripper recites sicker 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, where 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 freak show He's pretty good, I could beat him in my sleep though I learned to play the game, you still need a fuckin' cheat code So please don't try to play me this week bro You never gonna make it like Shaq shootin' a freethrow [Verse Two] [Gravity Christ]: It's been a problem, you rappers cabbages 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 prolly trippin' 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, and it cost, you'd better step with some caution Every round leads to brain cell lost in sheer exhaustion I'm Gravity Christ, competition unseen Bishop pointed out vic and seen a fucked up team In a blink I moved a rook, they had a fucked up queen Like a scene from a movie with a fucked up theme [Verse Three] [Bishop]: Nah, we don't believe in competition Just more volunteers for the fuckin' mortician See, we the victors bitch and you're the victims My gun brrrrr stick 'em, ha ha-ha, stick 'em See we the real deal, we really kill Bin Laden Obama called us when that nigga got a problem Nigga we the champs, y'all fools ain't ballin' "Ya losin', ya losin'" Okay, it's time to get down Run up, I'll rob you fools, I want my money right now Like Jay-Z, Wentworth, like a jackal I'm berserk 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 anabolics, sprinkle steroids on my salad Up at Vitamin World, whole chest get blow I drink muscle milk and sniff N.O. explode Turnin' vengeance on you niggas, give you lumps and stitches You stupid sons of bitches My sick styles relentless My rhyme schemes is endless You fucked up tremendous In a wife beater, I'll flip over your 2 seater Maybe I should smoke you with my 9 mm I told you niggas Nice & Smooth We run this here, ain't shit you can do Y'all Expendables, kill ya old ass crew The techniques is hazardous, rising like Lazarus Meet a Carson nigga like Jesus of that Nazareth Scripture, overshadow he 'clipse ya No Instagram, I can paint the picture Literature, banana clips I spit at ya We major MC, you miniature