Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tap Out, artist - K Rino. Album song Triple Darkness, Vol. 2: The Lyrics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2008
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Tap Out |
The uncursable king to being versatile |
Test me and get your title took like something personal |
Kill ya three times, into the future I run |
So the DVD of part three will drop before part one |
My style complex, everything you trying to be |
You couldn’t figure it out if I gave you the ‘i' and the 't' |
I broke in your thought bank and deleted it |
See my words are like minutes |
Neither’s the same as the one that preceded it |
If this appearance started speculation of my involvement |
Each body part went to his wife in monthly installments |
To try to speak my bars is insubordinate |
Your tongue will dissolve like it was dropped in a toxic flammable solvent |
Attack your consciousness and enthrall it |
Scholars said explaining me is like a phone with no number, they can’t call it |
All in all, I brawl with maximal gall |
Lyrical shadowboxer who sprawled and left cracks in the wall |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out |
If I beat you in '99, the level etched in your mind |
I’m ten times better now |
So if you reach it, you still ten levels behind |
I harpoon the invisible symbol that marks you |
My so far away that the light was dark too |
When you see the hovercraft, know that I’m at the helm |
My thoughts stem from a source that exists beyond the mortal realm |
In actuality, you’ll never reach the science in me |
Until you learn how to reciprocate the sky and the sea |
At the loftiest peak is where my imperial seat be |
My feet be so high the universe is underneath me |
You can’t beat me so you surrender completely |
I sweep through galaxies barely speaking |
They should exhume my tomb in 3099 |
And place my rhymes in their own Smithsonian-like shrine |
Call me to the square, I promise you through |
A child you ain’t even conceive yet got a better chance of living than you |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out |
Let’s fast forward to the day I’m supposed to face your rhyme |
I’ll bring a camcorder in case you think I’m spaced and blind |
Feel me wrecking you entirely, won’t erase a line |
Come back and show you that you lost so you won’t waste your time |
My head space is a fertile intellectual oasis |
Recreational planet to planted high speed chases |
I walk acres of an infinite matrix in eight paces |
I shift earth plates with my most basic rap statements |
You in the mental basement, lackadaisical and complacent |
While the thought rates of the ancient greats and mine lay adjacent |
So many inimical verbal homicide cases |
That me and the coroner are on a first name basis |
Cranium overload, too many thoughts for your one brain |
It don’t fit like seven cars parked side to side in one lane |
Over you I floated with stealth |
You couldn’t make the story end with you winning if you wrote it yourself |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out |
I make ‘em tap out |
Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out |