Lost - Ras Kass

If I had a nickle for every time I had a nickle and dime

I’ll be richer than every line that I done spit to a rhyme

Either way I’mma get paid like its an industry conspiracy

Silence maybe cause they fearing me and my born supremacy

But ya’ll ain’t hearing me

Silly me for standing up against the tyranny

But I don’t speculate, cause I expect the hate

No good deed goes unpunished… wait

Don’t ignore the elephant in the room

They wonder is Ras Kass relevant, fucken bafoons

These niggas bars ain’t all that

You can trick these 16 year old girls but most of ya’ll wack

It’s a shame how hip-hop turned its back on skill

And let politics decide who’s hot and not who’s real

In fact pimping is alive in rap

But ya’ll the hoes cause rappers literally be on the track

Niggas get fame then act strange

Don’t be surprised when you see me chilling back stage

Still with a hot chick, rocking shit, looking well off

Just when you was thinking I thought that nigga fell off

Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost

(Lost, lost, lost, lost, lost, lost)

«And even when I was close to defeat I stayed on my feet»

You got platinum artists biting my punch lines

Like I ain’t said that shit 6 years ago, lunch time

Go get your school meal until the school starts charging tuition and its all

intuition

Trials and tribulations put the God on the mission

Sacrifice till I get to the next level, it’s all an audition

Till the machine kick in, then my pay raise increase

Like I’ve been in the NBA draft for 15 years straight, I’m a mothafucken beast

Overdue for a ring, Lebron, Miami Heat

Club promoters low balling, fronting on dough

Like city said overcharge him for every time they said no

See, the rap game like Vegas

The bitches all groupies and they mostly fuck with haters

So you ain’t gotta ride with me

But when the phantom come bitch don’t try to slide with me

Reached out to my friends in the biz asking for help

Ain’t even return my call only concern with theyselves

Thanks for nothing

Thanks for fronting

But I’m aging backwards nigga, Benjamin Button