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loss ratio - jamal stevenson lyrics

[verse 1: jamal]

i see the mic held for miles away
i can’t stay, but it’s here i wanna play
and show the ones that think that all that
but their rap is whack more than they thin stack
that’s the only thing that they look for
a backdoor, anyway the rap wh0r-
trying to get some, money so they can
but their sk!lls are empty like the desert land
enough though, i can’t teach the whole world
i’ll give it my spin and let my sh-t get unfurled
to set an example of the wickedest rap line
i’m inclined to align [and] put your -ss up on cloud nine
to let ya await the judgment
and that’s what a head of cement will cause, the torment
so the letter of intent should be signed to leave the game
cause it seems nothing’s changed since you switched back to your christian name
that’s to blame? it won’t heal until you repeal
go back on the path and start firing up a new deal
it’s usually n0body’s fault when you see it on the screen
it’s always it default, criminal by fourteen
what do you expect when we give our kids the truth?
inside that booth the feeling it steals their youth
and it ain’t no thing, no problem, no distraction
crossed away from the action, too aligned to the faction
that keeps ya locked and fortified on the pride
waiting for some type of guide to the outside
without looking in, not taking what is to spare
gasping for the stale air reaching out for what isn’t there
it’s true that the words interpreted could get you faded
losing those aspects which at no time should be negated
it can be hard sometimes for the people like you and me
waiting for something to see, banking on what isn’t free
a no-win situation is to what it breaks down
restless until the sound rumbles past the rebound
and reflects the light which has been carried for many miles
through numerous hefty trials and thousands of dusty files
alone away in some cage or cabinet
and i might just get into a furious fit
explaining the facts, reading down the bullet-point
so to myself i anoint, master of lyrical disaster
all around all i see is you
what do i do? oh what do i do?
i’m confused, mentally abused
try not to use, abruptly to the cues
lost in the digits of my mind’s eye
i try not to apply or let this feeling die
cause what i have can only make the others think
who is this man with his heart on the brink?
cause what i have can make all the fools think
who is this man, is it i the missing link?
yeah, i wear it on my sleeve
and through the words i conceive i will make you believe
that i am the one, the one on the other side
to take the dive it’s hard for me to decide
but i’ll do it anyway, h-ll i’ll pay to stay
as long as i get to keep my life to today
i get struck; by this feeling it’s so abrupt
i don’t know what to do; all i see is you
reflecting on and reminiscing the fact
that cause my pockets aren’t stacked i’ll be gone like new jack
but f-ck that, i don’t mind if my sh-t is pale
don’t you see i’m the third rider from the tale?
to come and teach, and break down all the walls
the sound of my voice reverberating through the halls
you can feel it; my power will fully toll
and you will never know how to eclipse the soul
writing likable lines is helping me stay afloat
no longer the school goat, dug myself out the moat
time to build it up, a complete construction
nothing can keep me from clearing the obstruction
it’s a function, of what i do every day
over and over i perfect to make them stay
not that it works or that i am some grandmaster
just good enough to learn not to stay plastered
i ask you, do you know the rhyme?
i take a look at my watch; oh guess what is the time?
time for verbal statements that implode the embankments
let the washy water flow down the enchantments
it’s so hard for me to stay on the subject
so i load my tape into the c-ssette deck
and wait, for the hiss to turn to b-ss
right in my face i hear the truth to my taste
enough, i can’t explain it another way
so i’ll stop and hope for a better day
when the fools are smart and those mean b-tches are nice
but i wouldn’t bet that on any roll of dice
the time is barely ten and once again
finding myself holding the juice and gin
can’t shake the daemons that are hold up in my head
instead, they are becoming widespread
so go ahead, and push me off this ledge
the new pledge has got me on the razors edge
will i fall or will i stay standing?
in this time of commanding got me making an emergency landing
trying to avoid the exponential crash
the brash, and the red and itchy rash
that’s what it’s become, a pain, a f-cking deal
avoiding what is real trying to get a free meal
but f-ck that, i’m trying to make it all alone
dark in a zone waiting on the telephone
the ring of the call gives me the night chills
no frills, pills or things bought in beverly hills
just give me the real, the clean, the natural
i’ll overlook once you throw in the towel
never me, never this or even that
dust on my gat is what you’re valued at
brotha, can’t even get out a good line
just wasting time, hoping for a dropped dime
to fall from the pocket, magic green to rocket
you to the top, oh wait a belly flop
is what i thought, with you on a mission?
tell you what that’s an unfavorable expedition
i steer clear of all that bullsh-t and control
cause y’all don’t know about the rock and roll
i take some rock break it down and built it up
roll to my spot, sell it all then fill my cup
another day, in the story of my life
a husband and wife like a cook and his knife
try to keep it real; try to be the best i can
but on the other hand still under appreciated by the man
so f-ck this sh-t, ‘bout to burn this f-cka down
oh hear my sound; it’s the one wearing the crown
an uptown man that has a plan
he got some green and got out of the can
now all he sees is flashing signs and crazy women
wants to get up in them but has to restrict the venom
from being injected too deep, that it k!lls the tissue
usually not an issue, usually it’s not an issue
but for real, the game is incomplete
just meeting up to meet, no thought past the meat
unlike the most, i dictate to be heard
but now it’s absurd we chat through letters deferred
can’t connect, can’t get it to correlate
perhaps it is fate; perhaps it’s just a trait
either way, not sure where or who to follow
or do i lead, hoping on gifts of apollo?
wrapped in a cage, the bars feel like steel
i run my fingers down, the ideal seems unreal
i check my pulse while i’m standing in my cell
i want to yell, my voice wants to rebel
but i understand, keep my cool, keep my head
it’s about what is said, not about what’s misread
keep that in mind while you jot down on the pad
thinking of all the cool rhymes that the brotha had
so you try to emulate, the master, the king of spin
pushing your cards all-in got me looking for next-of-kin
collect all your items, all your wealth and fame
not worth too much cause the real market has changed
flipped it, lost in the realm of fluff
i’ve had enough so check out the rebuff
the lines you have that you speak to off-beat
thinking its sweet but it’s worse than my feet
and i got a snaggle-toe, so you know what that means
got enough words to blast the chumps to smithereens
that brings me back to the main topic of this verse
i was cursed since birth m-th-f-cka get off my turf
shed blood, then we will see what is the truth
two shots a gin, one of tonic, one of vermouth
gets what i am, what’s to come, what i’ll be
seeing me know as i’m quietly living free
nothing to change that, or even get to
the complications of this verbal kung-fu
it has you twisted and scared, hoping for the daylight
but in this fight i won’t make you feel alright
quite the opposite, it’s malevolent
once i get the cents i will circ-mvent
the percent of people that think that have it all
that’s what i see while i’m walking at the mall
b-tches and hoes, god only knows
about these females that superimpose
what they see on the screen, what they think is the real
a good deal of that sh-t has been concealed
all that is left is my letter on a page
no minimum wage, no real way to gauge
so i’m left, alone, just thinking to myself
what i have is health, what i need is wealth
but is it? is that really what i need?
two-times speed, seeing what i need to concede
truth? play the f-cking game and stop
do your rhymes and beats and open up the f-ckin’ shop
brotha

- jamal stevenson lyrics

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