🎵 “Losing Ace Remix” Artist: Rapper Shampagne™ Written by: Sally Clack-Manning
Directed by: Sid Clack & Dave Manning
Mastered at: Abbey Road Studios, London
DESCRIPTION: Confessional rap song - Dark love story rap “As Rapper Shampagne, I want everyone to know that ‘Losing Ace’ comes straight from real life. I met him in Miami—cool as ice in a Lamborghini, neon lights bouncing off his shades—and in that moment I felt the raw pulse of danger and desire.
That encounter lit the spark for this track; his story demanded to be told.” On her deathbed in Miami, a woman recounts the fatal allure of a Lamborghini-driving gangster who stole her heart. In a hushed, slow-burn narrative rap, she recalls the rush of first love, the sting of betrayal, and the moment a gun pressed to her temple.
Each verse peels back layers of passion and violence—late-night fights, whispered apologies, and the intoxicating thrill of danger.
As blood paints her final world in vivid colour, she confronts the question that haunts her last breath: why did she love someone who
only knew how to break her?“ this is a slow burn narrative rap Miami love gone wrong”
We open with Street noise, we hear, “Shut the hell up” Dench the Gang Leader is having problems with his gang.
Rapper Shampagne: “Shame you are losing your street cred. You want me to paint a picture Struggle like a losing ace. You ain’t got a dime to ya shoe Ya, just crazy dealing with Jimmy and his crew. When you place ya bet you pay ya debt, we ain’t the sally’s army. When I stick my tin, under ya chin, we ain’t the sally’s army. Struggle like a losing ace.”
Dench shouts out: “Come on where’s my $100 grand?”.
Rapper Shampagne:
“Ya just crazy dealing with Jimmy and his crew. Shame you are losing your street cred.
And ya just jealous of what I do.
Struggle like a losing ace.
He was the love of my life
All I wanted to be was his wife
Struggle like a losing ace.
You were like a Doctor with a needle telling me it won’t pain.
Struggle like a losing ace. Struggle like a losing ace.
This is the beginning of a revolution, revolution, revolution.
So much wrong with you.
Ya, just crazy dealing with Jimmy and his crew. When you place ya bet you pay your debt.
You want me to paint a picture When I stick my tin under ya chin. I ain’t the sally’s army.
Struggle like a losing ace.
Struggle like a losing ace.
You want me to paint a picture. “All we did is fight, all we did is fight all through the night.
You’re the death and I’m the painful But, we both couldn’t be the faithful.
My tears turned to anger I’m insane baby and I can play your game.
Me and you would play cat and mouse, like soldiers and terrorists.
A sense of adventure, the Charlie soon replaced the gin.
I wanted to be ya Cinderella, you be my fella.
I wanted you in excess You were like a doctor with a needle telling me it won’t pain.
You were like a man who cries when his dog dies but he leaves
it to die in the rain.
You were like a man who cries as his mother dies but he cuts her vain.
Struggle like a losing ace. This is the beginning of a revolution, revolution, revolution.
When you place your bet, you pay your debt.
When I stick my tin under ya chin, I ain’t the sally’s army.
“The evening sun hits my face and I ain’t coming back to this place, ya flick knife is waiting to taste my blood.
He was the love of my life all I wanted to be was his wife.
All we did is fight, all through the night.
I struggle to keep ya gaze. I seek ya sympathy but I ain’t getting your empathy and I recall you’re a sham.
And I pray I’ll be in your memory, your cry at the loss of your property.
Blood runs like liquid gold in the moon light, as I die a world of colours I scream.
As I sink to my feet I can smell the saffron on the bone.
Struggle like a losing ace.
Struggle like a losing ace.
