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Brother Ali - Win Some Lose Some lyrics
"[ 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fucked 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 ]" |
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