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