Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M.C. Duke
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hilaire
Songwriter
Anthony, Mark
Songwriter
Texty
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
Another day in the city, you can hear the sirens scream
Many races in the places I have been
Gotta get away from skyscrapers
Here they hate us, yet they ate us
Simply read, the words the world said
The soul you stole came straight from the dread
And yet you sing the blues, but I bring the news
We can fight tonight in the ring you choose
'Cause I'm sick of you holding me back
The modern folk but you only seem black
I'm intelligent, born from the elements
You own my people, a heap full of sediments
But I don't need nobody to give me nothing
Open the door and I'll rush in
The choice is yours, which will you choose?
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
At first not a curse, what's worse for a brother?
To go for yourself or live with a lover?
Fame's the name of the game, it's all the same
As Big Ray, the one or Lady Tame
And you choose to go like Romeo
You can do this then please show me bro
It was a chance for you to kick a strong rhyme
But I caught you real short at the wrong time
And your girl made you kick lies to me
And now you never know what you might have been
For a brother that once was my homeboy
He's very silent now, he makes no noise
He left the force and took the course north
I knew he was a rapper 'cause his voice was crazy hoarse
Peace my brother, you paid your dues
But I gotta keep rolling on, I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
Battles are fought everyday by my cohorts
Enrolled to the fold and told to take no shorts
Walk the street, you seek to get dissed
Hard for a brother to even exist
Hold your handbag yeah get a good grip
I'll waste you, taste you, face you with a wood stick
That's just what you think of me
I'm black so that's what I've got to be
Known I'm a rap star, no not a track star
I don't win medals, my thoughts go back far
Things I read gave me an attitude
Now you see me, I'm black and rude
Can't be helped 'cause a brother's a payback
If you live here you know why I say that
And I won't be standing at the back of queues
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I don't rhyme in cockney, that shit'll stop me
You talk like the son of a man who's trying to jock me
Don't like jheri curls, thoughts of a better world
No blue contacts, not even to get a girl
Not English in this to win this
Not British, that's just offended
This kingdom, that's what we bring them
Give me a rope so I can swing them
High from a tree, it was you who lied to me
In your music we you try to be
But it's a rap thing, one of the black things
Zoop, Balooc, or is it Maxine?
I can't tell, but they can go to hell
Take the men from Shell as well
Tell your minister, I'm getting sinister
Told you once homeboy, I'm in it to
Cruise with who I choose to un-confuse
The blues for those who screw, I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
Written by: Anthony, Anthony, Mark, Hilaire