Win Some Lose Some Lyrics - 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 

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(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 fuck 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 

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(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 fuck 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 fucked 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)