Kno - Takin' The Loss lyrics

[Scratched] "You took an L you took a loss" [Hook - Jugga the Bully] Battle Deacon & Kno you'll be takin' a loss On the street or at a show you'll be takin' a loss If you ain't rhymin' like this you'll be takin' a loss Have you cryin' like a b**h when you takin' a loss [Deacon] I stay dirty like Rastafarian piss tests Stick dick between notebook pages To show how I s** texts Keep rappers in check like chess threats Deacon the lone star flows hotter than tex mex Givin' ears the best s** since 900 numbers Rock all night like slumber In a battle I Stone Cold stun the mic manager Knowin' he amateur like minor league Testin' me is like askin' a drownin' man to breathe Better off waitin' in hell for a cool breeze Beatin' me is impossible Like a tank top with sleeves My road rages Drop fires and pop tires I shock liars with the truth that I share like stock buyers Retire and get your head right Facin' me and lovin' life is a Contradiction like an Amish website Deacon the red light Better yet the human pause bu*ton Drop something that gets car stereos Humpin' like dogs f**in' [Hook] [DJ Kno] Yo, my middle names HUD y'all know the way I house kids Force the mic into Retirement like Jerry Krause did Resoundingly found with cla**ic verses Ama**ing courage for the staff or [?] Drastic wordsmith Ask a surgeon I bet he'll give you the answer That this particular ba*tard is Sicker than testicular cancer Fixin' to smack you with no hesitation Cause I can't see nobody beating me like Stevie Wonder's gang initiation My slang will stay patient Till the clock strikes to slay Fake men and lay waste with The wacknesss You better resort to drastic measures Cause you couldn't f** with me if I Was ribbed for her pleasure Me takin' a loss sh** won't never be seen Like David Duke wearing Phat Farm and Fubu jeans Facin' me and you wanna know you chances, sh** Image John Rocker wavin' a rebel flag In east Los Angeles The same scandalous slang Evangelists practically banned this the way that I Fantastically damage crews Your style is Max Headroom While I'm off the wall like Foxy Brown's picture In Kurupt's bedroom [Hook] [Deacon] Verbally I'm sky Touch heaven when I barely try You drop less then desert precipitation Plus terribly dry Whose ignorant? Not I Deacon's like "That's my guy!" I don't need digital mastering to spit hi-fi Find me on the Enterprise sky divin' with Snipes My Drop Zone will clear out all sh** with one wipe Quick to send cats to the one that runs life Just for bringing a blunt bu*ter knife to gun fight If you think that the sun's bright Well peep how I'm droppin' this sh** My shine's quasar You think I'm mockin' God when I rip No need for co*kin' four fifth to Clear the populace b**h Beatin' me is like touchin' the bottom of A bottomless pit (impossible) My alias is time cause I'm unstoppable Got Spock in the back admittin' that suicide is logical I pocket tools Meant strictly for droppin' fools I wanna get signed just to show Half dollar n***as are robbable You got a problem dude? We can handle this like men Call your boys too, I'll happily cancel your friends Put your game outta order And pamper your hen Cause this gin got me evil, darker than the answer to yang