Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Come Down, 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
Never Come Down |
Y’all need to understand somethin' about me |
I don’t never come down |
Never come down |
Never come down |
You suffer from the coward syndrome, run when the trouble comes |
My jaw pressure’s bionic, I chew iron like bubble gum |
You and your crew pretend to be supermen, I’ll make sure you don’t move again |
On a gurney with your ribs protruding through your skin |
Amateur scampering in words sampling, I’m the champion |
Examining the thoughts of men through a planet-sized camera lens |
The plan I execute took Panama’s route |
Shoot and leave your outfit redder than a Santa Claus' suit |
I’m the wizard but not that man from Oz |
I channel Mars while you pop handlebars and tamper with Hannah Montana dolls |
Stomachs split by God’s science |
Consciousness leave you and your conglomerates crying |
Like retired athletes at press conferences |
Fry your thought metropolis quicker than pan sausages |
Verses I drop and spit are easy to attract like opposites |
My mind is bottomless so tryna follow this is like getting your esophagus to |
swallow baseball-sized throat lozenges |
I’m so cocky that I’m hawking up confidence |
Forget a can of whoop-ass, I’ll probably open up a box of apocalypse |
My rhyme style’s described as androgynous |
Cops say ya to comply with my politics, there’s a seventy shot hostages |
Compared to you, I’m overly gifted |
If I sh*t outside and a horse sh*tted on my sh*t, you wouldn’t be worthy to |
sniff it |
I’ll rout you, pass by you and lighter fluid-douse you and your spose too |
Then Heimlich Maneuver a building out you |
See your flow made a unethical spectacle |
You need a twenty-two gallon metal receptacle to hold one of my testicles |
Experimentally extract the best of you |
Then dispose of the other 99% that composes the rest of you |
From a plane, I tragically hang you |
Magically change you into something that’ll actually scare the hell out of |
Criss Angel |
Enemies leave with damaged extremities |
And only I breathe the remedies |
I’ve lived in eleven high speed infinities |
Man, my softest verse will end yo life |
Like a ten year old getting punched in the chin cold twice like Kimbo Slice |
If you’re fly, have you choking up jewelry |
If I ain’t dope enough, sue me, I’ll blast your chest and make you open up to me |
Paragraphs I simultaneously release a couple out |
In my mouth is a tongue and on that tongue is another mouth |
That salivates typhoons, torture is coming soon |
The hieroglyphic lyrics written on the walls of the mummy’s tomb |
With all due respect, I breathe the heaven breathes |
In benevolent degrees that span the diaspora and travel the seven seas |
The question is why they tried to bodybag guy |
He probably half high, my skills made a polygraph lie |
I’ll smack you with a palm of needles while my tongue releases lethal heat |
secretions like a bombardier beetle |
I’m sharper than ever, each endeavor is thoughtfully clever |
You half-steppin' like a dude with his foot partially severed |
You spittin' raps that lack in potassium |
While actually the fact that I’m an immaculate rapper is an axiom |
No chance for the dome that I’m blastin' in |
Just like a doctor patching a rifle wound with tape, you malpracticing |