paroles de chanson Losing Out (feat. Royce Da 5'9) - Black Milk feat. Royce da 5'9

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?

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

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

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