X-Productions - No Let Up lyrics

[K-Rino] I'm the most dangerous dude, that you ever heard on a track Like Grits on Al Green, I threw a hot pot of words on your back You can't guard me one on one, I lose control when you battle me Do a lyrical crossover, and make you sprain your mentality I cave your chest in and enslave ya, as a favor You could be an important voice message, and I still wouldn't save ya If a cap was peeled way back in the gap, who did it I'm not a pimp but I'll cut one's hand off, and slap you with it They lose because I bruise, any response they use You ain't street, you all on the stage doing Beyonce moves Your intellect I disconnect, till you confused in the head You need to give your girl a microphone, and let her use it in bed If you cap at me, gravity's coming rapidly I couldn't see myself losing, if I was looking in a mirror rapping and battling me The words I sung, I brung em with clout I'll bloody your tongue, and ram a tampon in your mouth [Hook] You ain't ever heard a writer, that can bust like me La-la-la-la-la If you dream that I was k**ing you, I just might be La-la-la-la-la I can't let up on these cowards, so I elevate on every c.d La-la-la-la-la I got unlimited methods, I could murder lies of M.C La-la-la-la-la [K-Rino] I hate doing second verses, after one what's left The first one usually be so hard, I'm scared to follow myself First thing, how could you think that you could bless the mic You out of line like two dudes that showed up at the club, together dressed alike You thought you had hands, and tried to fight d**h Didn't throw your left right, so now all you have is your right left And female rappers, I murder two with mad paragraphs When I'm finished, your menstrol cycle's the only flow you gon have Your sk** ain't cutting it, so now you trying to do my flow You got me so bored, that I'm feeling just like a 2-by-4 Can't overcome me, so you might as well follow me I violate you like a damn baseball player, do the steroid policy We ain't gotta trade sixteen's, I'm so far past ya I'll let you spit a 36, I'll spit a four and still smash ya Cutting your vocal cords, or throw your entire approach off I'll take you out the game, like a player who pissed the coach off [Hook] [K-Rino] I'm worse than weed, so if you on paper don't do cake Boys flunking drug tests, with P.O.'s found traces of my word play in they U-A The last time, people came to see you emcee They was asking for they money back, and they had got in free It's like this, when you spit I heard doubt The only way that you could write hard rhymes, is if you spell both those words out I refuse to lose, my statements bruise and hurt crews Your words don't go together, like football socks and church shoes You get three wishes, I'll appear and take a bum out Ain't no lamp I'm a hood genie, you gotta rub a forty ounce bottle to make me come out My status high, you can't reverse mine I'll let you practice two years I'll quit for two years, still end your career with my worst rhyme You want my spot, you been watching too much T.V I'm like the letter A, before you can come to B you gotta C me uh I ain't concerned, with them verses you spit I could sit on a toilet hear you rap, and I still wouldn't give a sh**