Line for Line Lyrics
| Song | Line for Line |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Book Number 7 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| (talking:) | |
| Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line | |
| If you break the line, you will be decapitated | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it | |
| Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it | |
| I can't pops the pressure made, every vein pop | |
| In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop | |
| I decline stacking lines, you couldn't give me your rhymes | |
| I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds | |
| I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman | |
| The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming | |
| New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers | |
| Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals | |
| Take a verse I've never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn | |
| Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form | |
| Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast | |
| Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas | |
| I multiply till I'm everywhere, now I'm a main stay | |
| A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day | |
| (Hook:) | |
| Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind | |
| Line for line, whether wind down or straight out the mind | |
| Line for line, one of these sixteen's or seven and a nine | |
| Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs | |
| I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong | |
| I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends | |
| You couldn't change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens | |
| I stun and compress, multiple elements to one | |
| Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun | |
| I'm making my route, and breaking your clout | |
| Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth | |
| The topic that rock it, from my oesophagus was cognitive | |
| Innorogative, even my negativity is positive | |
| Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise | |
| A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies | |
| I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet | |
| This ain't no birthday party fool, my 16's are never sweet | |
| Wanted to stop me but couldn't, cause I caught you first | |
| I'll dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| Own language I'm feeding, leading to bloody journal reading | |
| Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding | |
| The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom | |
| Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system | |
| Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights | |
| My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites | |
| Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance | |
| My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence | |
| My mind games, make it impossible to your non-pain | |
| Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane | |
| I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane | |
| Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain | |
| Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral | |
| Relieve you from human existence, then re-conceive you | |
| I'm so influential, over the people | |
| That if I tell em five plus is five is twelve, and you say it's ten they won't believe you | |
| (Hook) |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line | |
| If you break the line, you will be decapitated | |
| KRino: | |
| I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it | |
| Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it | |
| I can' t pops the pressure made, every vein pop | |
| In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop | |
| I decline stacking lines, you couldn' t give me your rhymes | |
| I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds | |
| I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman | |
| The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming | |
| New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers | |
| Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals | |
| Take a verse I' ve never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn | |
| Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form | |
| Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast | |
| Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas | |
| I multiply till I' m everywhere, now I' m a main stay | |
| A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day | |
| Hook: | |
| Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind | |
| Line for line, whether wind down or straight out the mind | |
| Line for line, one of these sixteen' s or seven and a nine | |
| Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design | |
| KRino: | |
| Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs | |
| I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong | |
| I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends | |
| You couldn' t change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens | |
| I stun and compress, multiple elements to one | |
| Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun | |
| I' m making my route, and breaking your clout | |
| Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth | |
| The topic that rock it, from my oesophagus was cognitive | |
| Innorogative, even my negativity is positive | |
| Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise | |
| A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies | |
| I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet | |
| This ain' t no birthday party fool, my 16' s are never sweet | |
| Wanted to stop me but couldn' t, cause I caught you first | |
| I' ll dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse | |
| Hook x2 | |
| KRino: | |
| Own language I' m feeding, leading to bloody journal reading | |
| Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding | |
| The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom | |
| Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system | |
| Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights | |
| My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites | |
| Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance | |
| My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence | |
| My mind games, make it impossible to your nonpain | |
| Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane | |
| I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane | |
| Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain | |
| Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral | |
| Relieve you from human existence, then reconceive you | |
| I' m so influential, over the people | |
| That if I tell em five plus is five is twelve, and you say it' s ten they won' t believe you | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line | |
| If you break the line, you will be decapitated | |
| KRino: | |
| I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it | |
| Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it | |
| I can' t pops the pressure made, every vein pop | |
| In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop | |
| I decline stacking lines, you couldn' t give me your rhymes | |
| I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds | |
| I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman | |
| The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming | |
| New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers | |
| Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals | |
| Take a verse I' ve never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn | |
| Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form | |
| Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast | |
| Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas | |
| I multiply till I' m everywhere, now I' m a main stay | |
| A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day | |
| Hook: | |
| Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind | |
| Line for line, whether wind down or straight out the mind | |
| Line for line, one of these sixteen' s or seven and a nine | |
| Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design | |
| KRino: | |
| Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs | |
| I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong | |
| I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends | |
| You couldn' t change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens | |
| I stun and compress, multiple elements to one | |
| Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun | |
| I' m making my route, and breaking your clout | |
| Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth | |
| The topic that rock it, from my oesophagus was cognitive | |
| Innorogative, even my negativity is positive | |
| Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise | |
| A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies | |
| I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet | |
| This ain' t no birthday party fool, my 16' s are never sweet | |
| Wanted to stop me but couldn' t, cause I caught you first | |
| I' ll dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse | |
| Hook x2 | |
| KRino: | |
| Own language I' m feeding, leading to bloody journal reading | |
| Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding | |
| The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom | |
| Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system | |
| Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights | |
| My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites | |
| Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance | |
| My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence | |
| My mind games, make it impossible to your nonpain | |
| Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane | |
| I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane | |
| Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain | |
| Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral | |
| Relieve you from human existence, then reconceive you | |
| I' m so influential, over the people | |
| That if I tell em five plus is five is twelve, and you say it' s ten they won' t believe you | |
| Hook |
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