K-Rino - No Let Up lyrics
[K-Rino - No Let Up lyrics]
I'm the most dangerous dude
That you ever heard on a track
Like Grit's 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
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 cd la la la la la
I got unlimited methods
I could murder lies of MC la la la la la
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
I'm worse than weed
So if you on paper don't do cake
Boys flunking drug tests
With PO'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 TV
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
That you ever heard on a track
Like Grit's 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
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 cd la la la la la
I got unlimited methods
I could murder lies of MC la la la la la
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
I'm worse than weed
So if you on paper don't do cake
Boys flunking drug tests
With PO'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 TV
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