paroles de chanson Takin’ the Loss - CunninLynguists feat. Jugga the Bully

"You took an L you took a loss" - Big L

Battle Deacon & Kno you'll be takin' a loss
On the street or at a show you'll be takin' a loss
If you ain't rhymin' like this you'll be takin' a loss
Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss

I stay dirty like Rastafarian piss tests
Stick dick between notebook pages
To show how I sex texts
Keep rappers in check like chess threats
Deacon the lone star flows hotter than tex mex
Givin' ears the best sex since 900 numbers
Rock all night like slumber
In a battle I Stone Cold stun the mic manager
Knowin' he amateur like minor league
Testin' me is like askin' a drownin' man to breathe
Better off waitin' in hell for a cool breeze
Beatin' me is impossible
Like a tank top with sleeves
My road rages
Drop fires and pop tires
I shock liars with the truth that I share like stock buyers
Retire
And get your head right
Facin' me and lovin' life is a
Contradiction like an Amish website
Deacon the red light
Better yet the human pause button
Drop something that gets car stereos
Humpin' like dogs fuckin'

Yo, my middle names HUD y'all know the way I house kids
Force the mic into
Retirement like Jerry Krause did
Resoundingly found with classic s
Amassing courage for the???
Drastic wordsmith
Ask a surgeon
I bet he'll give you the answer
That this particular bastard is
Sicker than testicular cancer
Fixin' to smack you with no hesitation
Cause I can't see nobody beating me like
Stevie Wonder's gang initiation
My slang will stay patient
Till the clock strikes to slay
Fake men and lay waste with
The wacknesss
You better resort to drastic measures
Cause you couldn't fuck with me if I
Was ribbed for her pleasure
Me takin' a loss
Shit won't never be seen
Like David Duke wearing Phat Farm and Fubu jeans
Facin' me and you wanna know you chances, shit
Image John Rocker wavin' a rebel flag
In east Los Angeles
The same scandalous slang
Evangelists practically band this the way that I
Fantastically damage crews
Your style is Max Headroom
While I'm off the wall like Foxy Brown's picture
In Kurupt's bedroom

Verbally I'm sky
Touch heaven when I barely try
You drop less then desert precipitation
Plus terribly dry
Whose ignorant?
Not I
Deacon's like "That's my guy!"
I don't need digital mastering to spit hi-fi
Find me on the Enterprise sky divin' with Snipes
My Drop Zone will clear out all shit with one wipe
Quick to send cats to the one that runs life
Just for bringing a blunt butter knife to gun fight
If you think that the sun's bright
Well peep how I'm droppin' this shit
My shine's quasar
You think I'm mockin' God when I rip
No need for cockin' four fifth to
Clear the populace bitch
Beatin' me is like touchin' the bottom of
A bottomless pit (impossible)
My alias is time cause I'm unstoppable
Got Spock in the back admittin' that suicide is logical
I pocket tools
Meant strictly for droppin' fools
I wanna get signed just to show
Half dollar niggas are robbable
You got a problem dude?
We can handle this like men
Call your boys too, I'll happily cancel your friends
Put your game outta order
And pamper your hen
Cause this gin got me evil, darker than the answer to yang