Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Line For Line, artist - K Rino. Album song Skillz Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Line For Line |
Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line |
If you break the line, you will be decapitated |
I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it |
Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it |
I can’t pops the pressure made, every vein pop |
In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop |
I decline stacking lines, you couldn’t give me your rhymes |
I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds |
I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman |
The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming |
New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers |
Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals |
Take a verse I’ve never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn |
Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form |
Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast |
Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas |
I multiply till I’m everywhere, now I’m a main stay |
A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day |
Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind |
Line for line, whether written down or straight out the mind |
Line for line, one of these 16's or seven and a nine |
Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design |
Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs |
I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong |
I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends |
You couldn’t change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens |
I stun and compress, multiple elements to one |
Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun |
I’m making my route, and breaking your clout |
Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth |
The topic that rock it, from my esophagus was cognitive |
Innorogative, even my negativity is positive |
Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise |
A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies |
I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet |
This ain’t no birthday party fool, my 16's are never sweet |
Wanted to stop me but couldn’t, cause I caught you first |
I’ll dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse |
Own language I’m feeding, leading to bloody journal reading |
Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding |
The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom |
Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system |
Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights |
My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites |
Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance |
My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence |
My mind games, make it impossible to your non-pain |
Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane |
I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane |
Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain |
Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral |
Relieve you from human existence, then re-conceive you |
I’m so influential, over the people |
That if I tell em five plus five is twelve, and you say it’s ten they won’t |
believe you |