Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loaded, artist - K Rino. Album song Worst Rapper Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Loaded |
Loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
Can’t fathom the paranormal phrases I flow |
When I sleep, my mind writes words on the inside of my eyes, bro |
Your head just entered in my swing zone |
I infiltrate cell phones |
And download anthrax into your ringtone |
Me being human was just a rumor |
My mother was a thought wave |
And my father was a deadly cancerous brain tumor |
My syllables pack agility |
At any moment, I’ll willingly redevelop the theory of relativity |
Without rolling, I’ll win at dice |
Telepathically send advice, revert time and then live the same minute twice |
Expose electricity to greater shock |
I’ll make time skip from 7 to 9 ‘cause I mentally wiped out 8 o’clock |
You couldn’t see me from three feet |
I massacre sweet, burn you like a cd and then put your murder on repeat |
Vocally aim shots 'til brains rot |
I knock rappers off different mountain tops |
But their bodies drop in the same spot |
I’m |
Loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
I reveal with Imhotep’s architectural skill |
My intellectual will is real |
For me planets only take seconds to build |
He wanted The Wizard so I paid him an anonymous visit |
I’m calm in a blizzard with a bite like a mad monitor lizard |
Eradicate foes with expedience |
Recipe poison, they die immediately after reading the ingredients |
My syndicate spits with infinite wit |
With a specific hit, I make birth certificates insignificant |
I frequently become frequency |
No mind was made equally |
Secretly five minutes of sleep is like a week to me |
To battle me is a fallacy |
My chemicals naturally unravel and actually cause allergies |
My gradual mastery of my mental capacity |
fasten rapidly into a paragraph cardiomyopathy |
I use your carcass for feeding vultures |
I’m rebreeding cultures, love to insult ya with bleeding ulcers |
Loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
I’m the wildest aggressor, style abolisher, your knowledge is lesser |
The scholar tester, at age 2, I taught college professors |
Release minerals like the sun do |
Twilight zones I run through, we can exchange chromosomes and I’ll become you |
No pimp flow, just endless increments of info |
Though I slow, me and a jet plane clocked in identical tempo |
My aptitude literally slapped a dude |
Unbearable flesh, burning biohazardous chemicals is what my rap exudes |
I damage DNA daily and leave genetics scarred |
If you’re broke and need a vocal assassination, I take credit cards |
Pathetic odds are your chances |
I exercise skills that disrespect guys |
My voice ejects Colombian neckties |
Against me, voted a million to one that you’re left mad |
And the one vote that you got, that came from me because I felt bad |
I keep clicking like when the pistol jams |
My missile slams like rams, I perform mental exams on sacrificial lambs |
Loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |
I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off |
I’m loaded like a 12 gauge |
Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage |
Loaded, been in the game and I still rip |
No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |