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 sh-t
but this is one that i will never forget
[ verse 1 ]
testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle
time to see who got the t-st-cl-s
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, p-ssive aggressive
jesus christ superstar to send the world a message
and there stood little man soft d-ck in hand
wonderin “what the f-ck 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 -ss-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 f-ck 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 st-tches
and i held my head high at them b-tches
they lookin at me like, “yeah y’all done f-cked me up
what you think that’s a thing that’s gonna shut me up?”
sh-t, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
and still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad
[ chorus ]
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