歌曲 | Win Some Lose Some |
歌手 | Brother Ali |
专辑 | Shadows On The Sun |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ant, Brother Ali | |
( CHORUS ) (2X) | |
Man, you win some, lose some | |
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome | |
In my life I done caught some and threw some | |
And I done been in some shit | |
But this is one that I will never forget | |
( VERSE 1 ) | |
Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
Time to see who got the testicles | |
I'm not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?" | |
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin | |
There's one thing I hate is for another man to take control | |
Of a situation, you don't want me to play the role | |
I'm in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight | |
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right | |
I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what you're here to do | |
But we're not gonna do it | |
This is a movement that I'm part of it | |
You're lucky I'm a righteous blackman" | |
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then | |
I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness | |
That's the worst type of diss | |
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive | |
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
Wonderin "What the **** just happened?" Not enough to kill a man | |
I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin a gun | |
I'd rather catch a ass-whippin than run | |
( CHORUS ) | |
( VERSE 2 ) | |
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to | |
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too | |
A half a minute felt like a half an hour | |
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power | |
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around | |
Hollerin, "Get him down, get him down!" | |
I'm like **** that, y'all don't gettin me on the linoleum | |
So three white boys can start stompin only one | |
They didn't hold back at all | |
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball | |
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted | |
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid | |
They spilled blood on my 'Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' t-shirt | |
Now, isn't that symbolic? | |
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches | |
And I held my head higher than bitches | |
They lookin at me like, "Yeah y'all done ****ed me up | |
What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?" | |
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
( CHORUS ) |
zuo qu : Ant, Brother Ali | |
CHORUS 2X | |
Man, you win some, lose some | |
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome | |
In my life I done caught some and threw some | |
And I done been in some shit | |
But this is one that I will never forget | |
VERSE 1 | |
Testosteronefilled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
Time to see who got the testicles | |
I' m not the type to holler, " What you wanna do then?" | |
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin | |
There' s one thing I hate is for another man to take control | |
Of a situation, you don' t want me to play the role | |
I' m in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight | |
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right | |
I told him, " Listen stupid, I know what you' re here to do | |
But we' re not gonna do it | |
This is a movement that I' m part of it | |
You' re lucky I' m a righteous blackman" | |
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then | |
I turned my back with the anticlimatic spitefulness | |
That' s the worst type of diss | |
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive | |
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
Wonderin " What the just happened?" Not enough to kill a man | |
I turn the corner like as long as he ain' t pullin a gun | |
I' d rather catch a asswhippin than run | |
CHORUS | |
VERSE 2 | |
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to | |
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too | |
A half a minute felt like a half an hour | |
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power | |
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around | |
Hollerin, " Get him down, get him down!" | |
I' m like that, y' all don' t gettin me on the linoleum | |
So three white boys can start stompin only one | |
They didn' t hold back at all | |
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball | |
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted | |
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid | |
They spilled blood on my ' Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' tshirt | |
Now, isn' t that symbolic? | |
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches | |
And I held my head higher than bitches | |
They lookin at me like, " Yeah y' all done ed me up | |
What you think that' s a thing that' s gonna shut me up?" | |
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
CHORUS |
zuò qǔ : Ant, Brother Ali | |
CHORUS 2X | |
Man, you win some, lose some | |
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome | |
In my life I done caught some and threw some | |
And I done been in some shit | |
But this is one that I will never forget | |
VERSE 1 | |
Testosteronefilled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
Time to see who got the testicles | |
I' m not the type to holler, " What you wanna do then?" | |
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin | |
There' s one thing I hate is for another man to take control | |
Of a situation, you don' t want me to play the role | |
I' m in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight | |
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right | |
I told him, " Listen stupid, I know what you' re here to do | |
But we' re not gonna do it | |
This is a movement that I' m part of it | |
You' re lucky I' m a righteous blackman" | |
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then | |
I turned my back with the anticlimatic spitefulness | |
That' s the worst type of diss | |
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive | |
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
Wonderin " What the just happened?" Not enough to kill a man | |
I turn the corner like as long as he ain' t pullin a gun | |
I' d rather catch a asswhippin than run | |
CHORUS | |
VERSE 2 | |
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to | |
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too | |
A half a minute felt like a half an hour | |
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power | |
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around | |
Hollerin, " Get him down, get him down!" | |
I' m like that, y' all don' t gettin me on the linoleum | |
So three white boys can start stompin only one | |
They didn' t hold back at all | |
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball | |
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted | |
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid | |
They spilled blood on my ' Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' tshirt | |
Now, isn' t that symbolic? | |
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches | |
And I held my head higher than bitches | |
They lookin at me like, " Yeah y' all done ed me up | |
What you think that' s a thing that' s gonna shut me up?" | |
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
CHORUS |