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