Styles of Beyond — You Lose

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Ha!
Shake!
Move!
Hello, how you doing?
It’s nice to meet you
To ruin the space that you continue
To take in this music
I’m a’ move in your space and snake the pawn
And crown myself the Don of a bass and bomb
Uh!
Keep calm
The wrath of retards
Is the fast recharge
The last unique form
The walls you put up
That had to be torn
When I told Cheapshot to stab the begone

Yo!
You know it’s on
You can check my grin
Every song got bumps like infected skin’
I don’t got big trucks with expensive rims
I got five bucks ’till my check comes in
I can show you real quick what offensive is
Touch my fat and beg ’till you suck my tits
In the front row pissing on a bunch of kids
You better damn well know who the fuck this is —
Ryu!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Roll out! Let’s go!
Got my smokes and my liquor
Don’t think that we won’t get you
One day, real soon
You’ll be looking around like who knew
Then we come out quick and boom-boom
We win, you lose!

Yo!
Megadef, uh
Buck the system!
My shit knocks like a busted piston
Double fisted
Piece of cake
My click hold more liquid then a freaking lake, ah!
Hit my cell
You can meet your fate
What’s up?
LA’s hot, but the pizza’s great
Who the balls-out camp to bang and stay home with?
Woooo!
Ryu and Tak, Cheapshot, you know this!

She had the skin of a cashew
Tall physique
She spoke greek
With a low key tone that grabs you
Ripe to pick, nice lips, type to kiss, but
She’s out of my league
Well life’s a
Still I’m on the hunt
Looking for whoever to kill
Must’ve see at least a hundred like Cruella DeVille
So when I’m in the joint
Packing a beretta to chill
I’m just acting
Money’s what I get for the thrill
Yeah!

Watch the edge!
Two shots of vodka
Said I look much different
Since I chopped the dreads
Cool!
Now I’m in disguise
With a hat to the side
You can’t catch me
Ooops!
Look beware of the line
I’m so sassy
Slap a tab down on the plastic
‘Till I puke and ride shotgun in a taxi
Oh!
In the land of Megadef, it’s over
Never get sober
Hell of a steamroller

Yo!
The doors open
Be my guest
Uh!
You know it’s hot
You can see my breath
In the summer when the sun’s up
The gun becomes us
You know my name:
Tiger Chan, you numb nuts
Got the props and the kicks to match
Off my dick for once, let me itch my sack
Go to war with the Irish
Wish you did
I’ll tell your whole fan base what a bitch you is
Uh!