LOST ART (Explicit)歌词-B.I.G. Tone Tha Last-T

LOST ART (Explicit)歌词由B.I.G. Tone Tha Last-T演唱，出自专辑《LOST ART (Explicit)》，下面是《LOST ART (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

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(I was gonna rip his heart out I’m the best ever I’m the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever been there’s no one who can Stop me I’m the best ever there’s never been anybody as ruthless I’m Sonny Liston Im Jack Dempsey there’s no one like me I’m from Nan cloth there’s no one that could match me my style is impetuous my defense is impregnable and I’m just ferocious I want your heart I wanted to eat his children!!!!)

Yeah

Doin’what I do that’s a lost art

(It’s like this man)

You ain’t even in my ballpark

(Doin what the fuck I do man

It’s a lost art man

Can’t nobody replicate what the fuck I’m doin man

You know what I’m saying)

Yeah

(Never do what the fuck I do)

Lost art

(Show these mother fuckers

What time it is Tone)

It’s a Lost art

I just might leave a bitch face covered in frosting like a pop tart

What do I do

For a living bitch I pop narcs

What about you

You don’t go hard you got a soft heart

I knock a Walmart Paul Blart

off of his golf cart

And you ain’t even in my ballpark

You a lil fish

Out of the water bitch we all sharks

Doing what the fuck I do

man it’s a lost art art

I shed some light off in the dark

No bite you all bark

Iron on me at all times

like my name was Tony Stark

Hella sharp

ready to tear that mouth out

Pick you apart

And you a mark from the

mother fuckin start

Go on and put that shit in park

With them smart ass lil remarks

I just disregard

You know you a coward to your heart

Up your guard

As a bully up your Boulevard

You know you ain’t trying to spar

Hit you with A R

That’s gonna leave you with a scar

You laying in your yard

Like some trash that I discard

And they are

who we thought they were

But you ain’t who you say you are

Taking that fake shit way too far

Let this lil lightning out of the jar

Plenty of gas off in my reservoir

Up out of the gutter

Gut A bitch like a cigar

Lacing track cause you wack

Play the game like a guitar

No bullshit in my repertoire

Repping Hard

Kicking game

Spitting bar

Homeboy you subpar

Yeah

Doing what I do that’s a lost art

(I was gonna rip his heart out im the best ever)

And you don’t go hard

you got a soft heart

(i’m the most brutal most vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever been)

And you ain’t even in my ballpark

(There’s no one like me

I’m from nan cloth there’s no one that could match me)

Doing what I do that’s a lost art

Yeah

Yeah it’s a lost art

Ain’t caught no sleep in like a week bitch I’m Geek’d

You going weak you can’t compete I play for keeps

You a slow leak

Obsolete

You asleep

I Rock the beat then make a

mockery of he who seeks

To topple me

but obviously you just a leach

I’m out of your league

my level of skill is out of your reach

And I’m beyond elite

Im cocking heat not to speak

but to pop your cheek

Make you quantum Leap

Knock a lil froggy bitch

Off his feet

Call a sweep

never saw defeat

Bitch get off of T

Ima dot your eye

you try to cross the T

I’m talking off a bitch

Shottie

I let off the skeet

Heavy cost bitch talk is cheap

What you owe you keep

Walk it off a bit

With that bullshit

Cause you know you beat

Yeah

Eat that loss

What you sow you reap

I be digging deep

Plant the seed no matter how steep

Terrain be

Running shit like it’s a track meet

Take the lead in every heat

I increase my speed

You looking like a slow creep

Ain’t shit sweet

But your motherfucking dreams and your teeth

Uh Yeah

So have a seat bitch

Practice what I preach bitch

Why you

why you trying to reach bitch

Listen at me when I speak

When I speak bitch

But this ain’t no speech bitch

It’s a lost art

Doing what I do it’s a lost art

(There is no one can stop me I’m the best ever)

And you don’t go hard you got a soft heart

(My style is Impetuous my defenses impregnable)

And you ain’t even in my ballpark

(I’m just ferocious I want his heart I wanted to eat his children)

Doing what I do it’s a lost art

Yeah it’s a lost art

It’s a lost art

You don’t go hard you got a soft heart

And you ain’t even in my ballpark

You a lil fish up out of water we all sharks

What do I do for a living bitch I pop narcs