Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Be Known, artist - K Rino. Album song The Other Side, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Let It Be Known |
Let it be known I’m a dangerous fella |
I decapitate rappers like a helicopter propeller |
Like a Mafia killer unstoppable topics I sever |
Drop a lyrical obstacle in cold or tropical weather |
Yo, my flows carry me to places unthought of |
I go to sleep inside my room but I wake up underwater |
Started ripping, boys thought that I was fiending, they tripping |
I was sipping lyrical liquid from a different dimension |
I’m on the couch 'bout to run in your spouse |
Fuck with me you might just wake up with a son in your house |
Understand it I’m heated, I’m heated, I’m heated, I’m heated |
I’m heated, the shit is so true I just got to repeat it, feel it |
You wanna get high, I got what you need |
I invented smokeable alcohol and drinkable weed |
Oh yeah, sometimes I go where the savages go |
I’ll jack an average Joe if my cabbage is low, it’s K-Rino |
Fuck jail, I ain’t doing no time |
A twenty-year sentence to me is just a long-ass rhyme |
I speak to wild animals and flip my demeanour |
HaHaHa, that means «fuck you» in Hyena |
Hey, I hurt ‘em with a paragraph I exposed |
Killed my ex-wife for tryna take half of my flows |
I’m what happens when shit talking and drama collide |
We can battle at your house and let your momma decide |
I got pride, I play to win, woman or man |
I’d rather beat ya for free than lose to you for fifty grand |
You wanna roll with K-Rino, I’m telling ya never |
I wouldn’t let you kick it with me if we played soccer together |
People speaking on my verses, they don’t know me, in fact |
Me and these whack rappers get along like Kobe and Shaq |
I spit derogatory statements till I made ‘em react |
Catch his ass slipping with four killers and fade ‘em to black |
The greatest rap prose, I suppose I’m bound to get chose |
Bound to spit flows and execute you counterfeit hoes |
It shows, you write your rhymes with a feminine touch |
I got a steroided rhinoceros adrenaline rush |
You can’t explain cerebral range from a heavenly plane |
I can never be trained, my head contains seventy brains |
They hear me shooting these lines, nobody responds |
I’ll make these punk rappers walk more times than bonds |