| Song | Win Some Lose Some |
| Artist | Brother Ali |
| Album | Shadows On The Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| ( 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 shit | |
| But this is one that I will never forget | |
| ( VERSE 1 ) | |
| Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
| Time to see who got the testicles | |
| 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, passive aggressive | |
| Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
| And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
| Wonderin "What the **** 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 ass-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 **** 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 stitches | |
| And I held my head higher than bitches | |
| They lookin at me like, "Yeah y'all done ****ed me up | |
| What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?" | |
| Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
| And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
| ( CHORUS ) |
| zuo qu : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| 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 shit | |
| But this is one that I will never forget | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Testosteronefilled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
| Time to see who got the testicles | |
| 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 anticlimatic spitefulness | |
| That' s the worst type of diss | |
| And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive | |
| Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
| And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
| Wonderin " What the 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 asswhippin 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 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' tshirt | |
| Now, isn' t that symbolic? | |
| I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches | |
| And I held my head higher than bitches | |
| They lookin at me like, " Yeah y' all done ed me up | |
| What you think that' s a thing that' s gonna shut me up?" | |
| Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
| And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò qǔ : Ant, Brother Ali | |
| 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 shit | |
| But this is one that I will never forget | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Testosteronefilled hallway confrontation spectacle | |
| Time to see who got the testicles | |
| 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 anticlimatic spitefulness | |
| That' s the worst type of diss | |
| And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive | |
| Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message | |
| And there stood little man soft dick in hand | |
| Wonderin " What the 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 asswhippin 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 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' tshirt | |
| Now, isn' t that symbolic? | |
| I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches | |
| And I held my head higher than bitches | |
| They lookin at me like, " Yeah y' all done ed me up | |
| What you think that' s a thing that' s gonna shut me up?" | |
| Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin | |
| And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad | |
| CHORUS |