No Let Up Lyrics
| Song | No Let Up |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Book Number 7 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| (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 favour | |
| 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 menstrual 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 |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 favour | |
| 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 | |
| Lalalalala | |
| If you dream that I was killing you, I just might be | |
| Lalalalala | |
| I can' t let up on these cowards, so I elevate on every c. d. | |
| Lalalalala | |
| I got unlimited methods, I could murder lies of M. C. | |
| Lalalalala | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 menstrual 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 2by4 | |
| 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 | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 UA | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 favour | |
| 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 | |
| Lalalalala | |
| If you dream that I was killing you, I just might be | |
| Lalalalala | |
| I can' t let up on these cowards, so I elevate on every c. d. | |
| Lalalalala | |
| I got unlimited methods, I could murder lies of M. C. | |
| Lalalalala | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 menstrual 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 2by4 | |
| 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 | |
| KRino: | |
| 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 UA | |
| 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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