Can't Lose - Apollo Brown, Phat Kat, Royce 5'9

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I’m one of the hardest artists you probably never even heard of

But when I spit people scream bloody murder

Detroit blueprint, my stats is unreal

Apollo laced the track, I hit him back and said done deal

I’m from the 13th district and my niggas is slumville

Hip-Hop Shop alumni, while gladiators got dumb skills

Empty breed and guru told me that my voice was so ill

The pen is mightier than the sword, when it spills hot lead kills

My flows be nasty, sick and polluted

So if I pull it, bitch I won’t hesitate to shoot it

I’m one of the illest to do it, my firm foundation is deep-rooted

The strength of a hundred proofs ya’ll waterd down and diluted

Them tight pairs and software, nah just can’t compute it

My tube box full of skills, ply wrenches with screw kits

Original Octo-G, I guarantee you that your favorite MC

Favorite MC, fucking know me

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

Yeah, this gon be the illest style you’ve ever heard of

Got the whole crowd yelling bloody murder

Uh, I never owned a pair of Mauri Gators

I just be knocking on doors until I’m seeing in, like Noreaga

While all these bird bitches fly to my DMs

Visionary word wizard, I spit em' y’all hear em'

I say em' y’all see em'

God fearin', uh

That needle let the angels come down hearing, ID em'

While y’all niggas balling I bounced at y’all BM

I am so ahead of my time all of my AM’s account for my PM’s

Nigga, my honor need to be honored

What could be more honorable, honest?

As an artist I am probably more calmer than Elijah Muhammed, a commoner

Puff he be, fuck with me though, I’m gon' go Onyx

Watching you fools go put on you fools' gold

While I load up this iron, that’s hot enough to iron your screw closed

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I, I, I, I can’t lose

This is for the fronters and the naysayers