That's When Ya Lost (feat. Pep Love)

Yo, man, crews be lost, man
 No sense of direction
 (Fools don't even know)
 Please don't sleep
 (So much loss, so much losers)
 So much losers (wack!)
 Yo, that's when you lost
 (That's when you lost)
 Yo, I find it fun to smash emcees into fine bits
 I'm goin' to get my just deserts for all the kids I must've hurt (maybe)
 I trust that courtesy when dealing with folks is too much for the asking
 Cool, I got the skill crafted tools
 Massive fools at my workbench and
 I'm wrenchin' mics from they grasp and that's how it has been
 The drill's this, I kill swift
 I feels I better slay or, hey, my tape measures greater
 So now I'm askin' dips if they saw me and they was available
 Would they want me to nail 'em all?
 Be through, screw, drive her crazy maybe nut and bolt, lively
 Put on your high beams
 I proliferate a quicker fate to niggas, vigorous
 Figure I kick stunts, I punch twice that nigga that's dissin' at me
 Attach 'em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclysm
 I give 'em a schism, I stroke to croak her, I broke her
 Chokin' up on my syntax, as I bend backs by im-impacts
 Then I give a concussion in your nuts when I'm bustin'
 Heads, dead with my lead graff, I cloth thee
 I swing off-beat, off the cerebellum, swellin' membranes
 Ten brains couldn't parallel this
 I'm carouseling kids while they wallow and swallow hollow tips
 You follow and slippin', I'm rippin' mics nice twice
 Like dicin' kids in fractions, yo, figure, I tax men
 Steppin' to Casual (that's when ya lost)
 What about Domino? (That's when ya lost)
 But if you step to Snupe (that's when ya lost)
 Steppin' to A-Plus (that's when ya lost)
 If you play the Tajai (that's when ya lost)
 Man, steppin' to Opio (that's when ya lost)
 Steppin' to Phesto (that's when ya lost)
 Fuck with Touré (that's when ya lost)
 Yo, I'm willin' to bet, you're willin' to sweat
 But illing will get you bruised, I kill and I step to crews
 And abuse two's and three's, who's the G's that hoes know? (Me)
 Me and Hiero, I know, I'm fly, bro
 So why flow if you're not invigorating? (Why?)
 I know where you live, there at your crib, I got niggas waitin'
 I figure raping is crime, see
 I take my time B, and now your G is my G
 Now I'm gonna show you how the West Coast smacks kids
 Yo, I'm rhyming swell, so to hell with a wack diss
 Generalizing, dissing before you've ever seen this
 So you can get the middle (what middle?)
 The penis
 Never match the miraculous tactics
 I smack tricks, the wax is at your wack bitch
 I crack bricks over dicks
 Who can't come, I leave 'em broke and dumb
 Deaf, and plus I'm causin' cardiac arrest, you need some rest
 Check, as I'm chiselin' riddles in your memory
 Remember me? I hacked your body to pieces disassembling your flows
 You bros started trembling from shock and trauma
 I'm gonna end lives when I bomb a
 Babbling dyslexic, I make 'em exit
 This lifetime, I wake up words, I excite rhymes
 I'm enthusin' when I'm bruisin'
 Hoes take off their shoes when I abuse men
 You're losin'
 If you slept on Del (that's when ya lost)
 Steppin' to Pep love (that's when ya lost)
 Fuckin' around with J-Biz (that's when ya lost)
 Step to Mike G (that's when ya lost)
 Smoke on that crack rock (that's when ya lost)
 The Souls of Mischief (that's when ya lost)
 When you don't know where you're goin' (that's when ya lost)
 When you don't win! (That's when ya lost)
 Fuckin' around with Hieroglyphics (that's when ya lost)
 If you fuck with The Shamen (that's when ya lost)
 That's how you lose, proper (that's when ya lost)