Paroles No Let Up de K-Rino

Textes et Paroles de No Let Up

[K-Rino:]
I'm the most dangerous dude, that you ever heard on a track
Like Grits on Al Green, I threw a hot pot of words on your back
You can't guard me one on one, I lose control when you battle me
Do a lyrical crossover, and make you sprain your mentality
I cave your chest in and enslave ya, as a favor
You could be an important voice message, and I still wouldn't save ya
If a cap was peeled way back in the gap, who did it
I'm not a pimp but I'll cut one's hand off, and slap you with it
They lose because I bruise, any response they use
You ain't street, you all on the stage doing Beyonce moves
Your intellect I disconnect, till you confused in the head
You need to give your girl a microphone, and let her use it in bed
If you cap at me, gravity's coming rapidly
I couldn't see myself losing, if I was looking in a mirror rapping and battling me
The words I sung, I brung em with clout
I'll bloody your tongue, and ram a tampon in your mouth

[Hook:]
You ain't ever heard a writer, that can bust like me
La-la-la-la-la
If you dream that I was killing you, I just might be
La-la-la-la-la
I can't let up on these cowards, so I elevate on every c.d.
La-la-la-la-la
I got unlimited methods, I could murder lies of M.C.
La-la-la-la-la

[K-Rino:]
I hate doing second verses, after one what's left
The first one usually be so hard, I'm scared to follow myself
First thing, how could you think that you could bless the mic
You out of line like two dudes that showed up at the club, together dressed alike
You thought you had hands, and tried to fight death
Didn't throw your left right, so now all you have is your right left
And female rappers, I murder two with mad paragraphs
When I'm finished, your menstrol cycle's the only flow you gon have
Your skill ain't cutting it, so now you trying to do my flow
You got me so bored, that I'm feeling just like a 2-by-4
Can't overcome me, so you might as well follow me
I violate you like a damn baseball player, do the steroid policy
We ain't gotta trade sixteen's, I'm so far past ya
I'll let you spit a 36, I'll spit a four and still smash ya
Cutting your vocal cords, or throw your entire approach off
I'll take you out the game, like a player who pissed the coach off

[Hook]

[K-Rino:]
I'm worse than weed, so if you on paper don't do cake
Boys flunking drug tests, with P.O.'s found traces of my word play in they U-A
The last time, people came to see you emcee
They was asking for they money back, and they had got in free
It's like this, when you spit I heard doubt
The only way that you could write hard rhymes, is if you spell both those words out
I refuse to lose, my statements bruise and hurt crews
Your words don't go together, like football socks and church shoes
You get three wishes, I'll appear and take a bum out
Ain't no lamp I'm a hood genie, you gotta rub a forty ounce bottle to make me come out
My status high, you can't reverse mine
I'll let you practice two years I'll quit for two years, still end your career with my worst rhyme
You want my spot, you been watching too much T.V.
I'm like the letter A, before you can come to B you gotta C me uh
I ain't concerned, with them verses you spit
I could sit on a toilet hear you rap, and I still wouldn't give a shit

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