Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mention My Name, artist - K Rino. Album song Annihilation of the Evil Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.08.2010
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Mention My Name |
Cross the line and get’cha face broke it’s simple and plain |
Twenty years and I ain’t changed my intentions the same |
So you can’t talk about the game unless you mention my name |
Yeah, it’s certain people in this world you can’t talk too |
Some don’t understand until they get they chest walked through |
A pot-holes in they backs once the mack pops |
I can’t be destroyed I’m like a airplane’s black box |
Question is who’s willing to be a sacrifice? |
So rappers won’t have to pay the price in the afterlife |
Evacuate the premises; |
we ain’t goin ask ya twice |
Walk into a room cracking heads, no more acting nice |
I stand hard and let em swang came too far to bend it |
Plus I never needed? |
viagrace? |
at a soldered spin is |
I’m rock-solid, brand new day the same ma-genders |
I’m mobbed with F.O.I., street hustlers and gangbangers |
The bridge is burn, the relationships beyond the groovement |
Devils in power try’na execute the conscience movement |
But if they try, get’cha heat and bring the thunder down |
Since day one the realest music been the underground |
You can’t write me out a history, go read your lesson |
My essence is too deeply imbedded in the past and the present |
They want to keep this real music off the station good |
Less bars, fake radio, cats from coming in the hood (kill em) |
My regine was established to torture your team |
I’m leading corpses inside of this corporate machine |
Commercial, radio ain’t try’na resurrected the dead |
So kill em all and bring the program direct it’s head |
See that’s the only way a snake can ever be handled |
No more meat, no more going through the proper channels |
Keep stunning, it’ll be your time to take some lead |
I wish the DJ would ask me to break some bread |
I got a circle of hot-heads that’ll break ya legs |
Y’all are kinda of casty pets communicate with feds |
You don’t control by destiny I got mine in my hand |
Shoutout to Dre, I wish ya homie I’m try’na get banned |
Gravity’s stunt on me better hope he last |
Five lasers I blast with no ski-mask |
Enter the suffering the end won’t be fast |
Murder your future and put’cha present in the past |
Hoping he calm will K-Rino side trippin |
It’s bottom it’ll get it poppin like grease and fried chicken |
Undetectable bombs up in your ride diggin |
The unmistakable sound of a soul five kickin |
Don’t be around and see em becoming you like Witted |
Unless you gonna be a follower, follow the right leader |
Ya still the grand dragon, show ya hand bragging |
Ninety percent of rappers who riding on band-wagons |
Wetting objects a man getting in your prophets |
Quick the foil up when they threaten in ya pockets |
Acting like you got no remorse for life |
How you goin exit get pumped by corporate types? |
You a fraud, living a lie and a facade |
I’m under the control of no man regard |
What’s wrong when ya put’cha opportunities on |
You really gone, anybody try’na do it alone |
Not a problems that you can so honorable to stand |
And the people at the shows you can’t count on ya hand |
Done with no love when a solid hitted fan |
Spoken to spoke out right follow hit a fan |
You was arrogant man, never been courted |
With no respect of those who came before you |
We can see it an evil side is disagreeable |
Now people use your shirt to write in yo vehicles |
Agree the main rights so ya mind will be tight |
Stop try’na be like fools who try’na be like |
Everybody who looking for a creative handout |
Try’na stand in it’s time to stand out |