Song | That's When Ya Lost |
Artist | Souls of Mischief |
Artist | Pep Love |
Album | 93 'til Infinity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
"i find it fun to smash emcees into (fine bits) | |
So why i ain't get my just deserts for all the kids i busted, huh? | |
(baby!) | |
I crush the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much | |
For the askin' | |
Cool-i got the (skill crafted tools) | |
Massive fools at my work bench and | |
(i'm wrenchin') mics from they graspin' | |
(that's how it has been) | |
The drill's this: i kill swift | |
I feels i better slay or, (hey | |
My tape measures greater) | |
So now i'm (askin') dips if they (saw me) | |
And they was available | |
Would they want me to (nail'em all?) | |
Be through, screw drive her (screwdriver) crazy | |
Nuttin', bold, lively | |
(put on your high beams) | |
I, proliferator, quickly fade to niggas vigorous | |
Figure i kick stunts, | |
I punch twice that nigga that's dissin' at me | |
Attach'em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclism | |
I give'em a (skism), | |
I (stroke to croak her, i broke her) | |
Chokin' up on my syntax, as i bend backs by impacts (impacts) | |
Then i give a concusssion in your nuts when i'm bustin' | |
(heads) | |
Dead with my lead graff | |
I cloth thee, i (swing) off-beat, off the | |
Cerebellum, swellin' nimrods | |
Ten brains couldn't parallel this, | |
(ha) i'm caraouselling kids | |
While they wallow and swallow hallow tips (yep) | |
You follow and slippin' | |
I'm rippin' mics nice twice like (dicin' kids in fractions) | |
Yo, (figure, i tax men) | |
Steppin' to casual | |
That's when ya lost | |
What about domino? | |
That's when ya lost | |
But if you step to snupe | |
That's when ya lost | |
Steppin' to a+... | |
That's when ya lost | |
If you play the tajai | |
That's when ya lost | |
Man, steppin' to opio | |
That's when ya lost | |
Seppin' to phesto | |
That's when ya lost | |
Phuck with toure' | |
That's when ya lost | |
(yo), i'm willin' to bet, you're willin' to sweat (yah) | |
But illin''ll get you - (bruised), i kill and i step to - (crews) | |
And abuse two's and three's, who's the g that hoe's know (me) | |
Me & hiero, i know, (i'm fly, bro) | |
So why flow if you're not invigerating (why) | |
I know where you live, | |
There at your crib, | |
(i got niggas waitin') | |
I figure raping is crime, see (see) | |
I take my time, b (b) | |
And now your g (is my g) | |
Now i'm gonna show you how the west coast smacks kids | |
(yo), i rhyme, it swells, so the hell with a (wack dis) | |
(generalizing), | |
Dissin' before you've ever seen this | |
So you can get the middle (what middle?), the penis | |
Never the match the miraculous tactics | |
I smack tricks, the wax is at your wack bitch | |
(i crack bricks) | |
Who can't cum | |
I leave'm broke and dumb | |
Def, and plus i'm causin' cardiac arrest | |
You need some rest | |
(check), as i'm chizzlin' (riddles in) your memory | |
Remember me? | |
I hacked your body to pieces | |
(disassembling) your (blows) | |
You bros started trembling from shock and trauma | |
(i'm water) | |
In lives when i bomb-a | |
Babbling dislexic, i make'em exit | |
This lifetime, i wake up words, (i excite rhymes) | |
I'm enthusin' when i'm bruisin' | |
Hoes, take off your shoes when i abuse men | |
Your losin' | |
If you slept on del | |
That's when ya lost | |
Steppin' to pep love | |
That's when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with j-biz | |
That's when ya lost | |
Step to mike g | |
That's when ya lost | |
Smoke on that crackrock | |
That's when ya lost | |
The souls of mischief?? | |
That's when ya lost | |
When you don't know where your goin'??? | |
That's when ya lost | |
When you don't win!!?? | |
That's when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with hierogliphics | |
That's when ya lost | |
If you phuck with the shamen | |
That's when ya lost | |
That's when ya lost | |
(that's when you lose - proper) | |
That's when ya lost | |
(scratching) |
zuo ci : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
" i find it fun to smash emcees into fine bits | |
So why i ain' t get my just deserts for all the kids i busted, huh? | |
baby! | |
I crush the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much | |
For the askin' | |
Cooli got the skill crafted tools | |
Massive fools at my work bench and | |
i' m wrenchin' mics from they graspin' | |
that' s how it has been | |
The drill' s this: i kill swift | |
I feels i better slay or, hey | |
My tape measures greater | |
So now i' m askin' dips if they saw me | |
And they was available | |
Would they want me to nail' em all? | |
Be through, screw drive her screwdriver crazy | |
Nuttin', bold, lively | |
put on your high beams | |
I, proliferator, quickly fade to niggas vigorous | |
Figure i kick stunts, | |
I punch twice that nigga that' s dissin' at me | |
Attach' em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclism | |
I give' em a skism, | |
I stroke to croak her, i broke her | |
Chokin' up on my syntax, as i bend backs by impacts impacts | |
Then i give a concusssion in your nuts when i' m bustin' | |
heads | |
Dead with my lead graff | |
I cloth thee, i swing offbeat, off the | |
Cerebellum, swellin' nimrods | |
Ten brains couldn' t parallel this, | |
ha i' m caraouselling kids | |
While they wallow and swallow hallow tips yep | |
You follow and slippin' | |
I' m rippin' mics nice twice like dicin' kids in fractions | |
Yo, figure, i tax men | |
Steppin' to casual | |
That' s when ya lost | |
What about domino? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
But if you step to snupe | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Steppin' to a... | |
That' s when ya lost | |
If you play the tajai | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Man, steppin' to opio | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Seppin' to phesto | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuck with toure' | |
That' s when ya lost | |
yo, i' m willin' to bet, you' re willin' to sweat yah | |
But illin'' ll get you bruised, i kill and i step to crews | |
And abuse two' s and three' s, who' s the g that hoe' s know me | |
Me hiero, i know, i' m fly, bro | |
So why flow if you' re not invigerating why | |
I know where you live, | |
There at your crib, | |
i got niggas waitin' | |
I figure raping is crime, see see | |
I take my time, b b | |
And now your g is my g | |
Now i' m gonna show you how the west coast smacks kids | |
yo, i rhyme, it swells, so the hell with a wack dis | |
generalizing, | |
Dissin' before you' ve ever seen this | |
So you can get the middle what middle?, the penis | |
Never the match the miraculous tactics | |
I smack tricks, the wax is at your wack bitch | |
i crack bricks | |
Who can' t cum | |
I leave' m broke and dumb | |
Def, and plus i' m causin' cardiac arrest | |
You need some rest | |
check, as i' m chizzlin' riddles in your memory | |
Remember me? | |
I hacked your body to pieces | |
disassembling your blows | |
You bros started trembling from shock and trauma | |
i' m water | |
In lives when i bomba | |
Babbling dislexic, i make' em exit | |
This lifetime, i wake up words, i excite rhymes | |
I' m enthusin' when i' m bruisin' | |
Hoes, take off your shoes when i abuse men | |
Your losin' | |
If you slept on del | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Steppin' to pep love | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with jbiz | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Step to mike g | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Smoke on that crackrock | |
That' s when ya lost | |
The souls of mischief?? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
When you don' t know where your goin'??? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
When you don' t win!!?? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with hierogliphics | |
That' s when ya lost | |
If you phuck with the shamen | |
That' s when ya lost | |
That' s when ya lost | |
that' s when you lose proper | |
That' s when ya lost | |
scratching |
zuò cí : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
" i find it fun to smash emcees into fine bits | |
So why i ain' t get my just deserts for all the kids i busted, huh? | |
baby! | |
I crush the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much | |
For the askin' | |
Cooli got the skill crafted tools | |
Massive fools at my work bench and | |
i' m wrenchin' mics from they graspin' | |
that' s how it has been | |
The drill' s this: i kill swift | |
I feels i better slay or, hey | |
My tape measures greater | |
So now i' m askin' dips if they saw me | |
And they was available | |
Would they want me to nail' em all? | |
Be through, screw drive her screwdriver crazy | |
Nuttin', bold, lively | |
put on your high beams | |
I, proliferator, quickly fade to niggas vigorous | |
Figure i kick stunts, | |
I punch twice that nigga that' s dissin' at me | |
Attach' em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclism | |
I give' em a skism, | |
I stroke to croak her, i broke her | |
Chokin' up on my syntax, as i bend backs by impacts impacts | |
Then i give a concusssion in your nuts when i' m bustin' | |
heads | |
Dead with my lead graff | |
I cloth thee, i swing offbeat, off the | |
Cerebellum, swellin' nimrods | |
Ten brains couldn' t parallel this, | |
ha i' m caraouselling kids | |
While they wallow and swallow hallow tips yep | |
You follow and slippin' | |
I' m rippin' mics nice twice like dicin' kids in fractions | |
Yo, figure, i tax men | |
Steppin' to casual | |
That' s when ya lost | |
What about domino? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
But if you step to snupe | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Steppin' to a... | |
That' s when ya lost | |
If you play the tajai | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Man, steppin' to opio | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Seppin' to phesto | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuck with toure' | |
That' s when ya lost | |
yo, i' m willin' to bet, you' re willin' to sweat yah | |
But illin'' ll get you bruised, i kill and i step to crews | |
And abuse two' s and three' s, who' s the g that hoe' s know me | |
Me hiero, i know, i' m fly, bro | |
So why flow if you' re not invigerating why | |
I know where you live, | |
There at your crib, | |
i got niggas waitin' | |
I figure raping is crime, see see | |
I take my time, b b | |
And now your g is my g | |
Now i' m gonna show you how the west coast smacks kids | |
yo, i rhyme, it swells, so the hell with a wack dis | |
generalizing, | |
Dissin' before you' ve ever seen this | |
So you can get the middle what middle?, the penis | |
Never the match the miraculous tactics | |
I smack tricks, the wax is at your wack bitch | |
i crack bricks | |
Who can' t cum | |
I leave' m broke and dumb | |
Def, and plus i' m causin' cardiac arrest | |
You need some rest | |
check, as i' m chizzlin' riddles in your memory | |
Remember me? | |
I hacked your body to pieces | |
disassembling your blows | |
You bros started trembling from shock and trauma | |
i' m water | |
In lives when i bomba | |
Babbling dislexic, i make' em exit | |
This lifetime, i wake up words, i excite rhymes | |
I' m enthusin' when i' m bruisin' | |
Hoes, take off your shoes when i abuse men | |
Your losin' | |
If you slept on del | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Steppin' to pep love | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with jbiz | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Step to mike g | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Smoke on that crackrock | |
That' s when ya lost | |
The souls of mischief?? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
When you don' t know where your goin'??? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
When you don' t win!!?? | |
That' s when ya lost | |
Phuckin' around with hierogliphics | |
That' s when ya lost | |
If you phuck with the shamen | |
That' s when ya lost | |
That' s when ya lost | |
that' s when you lose proper | |
That' s when ya lost | |
scratching |