Enourmous Loses featuring moshigh
verse one Mos
gladiators with the chariots of fire that crowds admire
women desire to perspire on our attire the young ones just aspire
eternal riders outsiders we peep game like the Dark Knight atop highrisers
we don't like surprisers so we only politic with organizers
J.T's like Daniel Ocean when he's focusin' on cream
our Alpha team is mean like Hannibal we plan to own the scene
get caught in our scope get tranquilized in the throat
get tied with J's rope while I cut out Mayan hieroglyphs for the ransom note
verse two J.T.S.
physically fit to go the distance against resistance
without assistance God rocking flags like i was crippin'
wrestle emcee's given a quick pin by the count of ten
what you know about dying and coming back again?
Me and Mos harbor horrific quotes that's all folks
leave em leaking on boats with harpoons to throats
outkasts on your coasts with black leather wu coats
nigga i brew notes like Samuel Adams draft
smash half the game in casts exposin' they ass
and tip the grey goose for fallen soldiers that passed
before my eyes are blinded by the blast
we bombproof with enough loot to last
smother motherfuckers for their cash-rule, and stash
move with the staff and iron rod god behold the wrath
chorus
you either come in peace or leave deceased from rockets
we live what we talk kid crews that test this will have enormous losses
verse three moshigh
we bosses spend whatever it cost to avoid a lost
sign off on black ops payroll full of ex cops
smoke outs with judges we make moves
y'all hold grudges take nudges from double barrells
and we create smudges on any general's apparallel
speak peace or we'll feast like chicken and waffles at Harold's
J's appetite for destruction never malfunctions and is unparallel
and I, the MosHigh, am a glutton when the beats thumpin'
hearts i pull apart ask ya girl i always get a piece of sumthin'
yukons we stay slumped in watchin' money walk by
we hit marks like darts high score J and I we both tie
last verse j.t.s.
shut em down like the celtics did the cavs
cause emcee's don't want to see me like a mag
titles up for grabs crabs couldn't bask in the glory
i'm 6'1 son so don't address me as shorty
the weight too heavy to topple mega to the core like Corey
stories told never add up to the truth in the flow
deport you snakes from the 52 states like Shyne Po
so go to sleep and awake in a casket state of grief
beef we keep it brief like Gza's verse on Uzi
my wisdom with me in the maze told her don't lose me
she chose me like jiff we might riff but make-up after it
styles spread and haunt those who dread eternal darkness
twitch your block bitch these niggas never shot shit
i'm a dime of piff while your just a hot knick
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