I Dont Stop by Kombo Lyrics
[Intro: Kombo]
99’ ‘til Infin-T. Kombo MC. Uh. Represent. Look. Light it up. Light it up. Look
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Verse 1: Kombo]
When I pick up my pen and pad at night, I’m just like
A disgruntled poet with a razor-sharp mic
My whole life, I wondered “What’s my destiny?”
It’s to flow tight until death gets the best of me
I gots to stay vocally fit
Each rhyme weighs a ton—I get stronger every time I kick a skit
Man, I’m sick of shit that’s on the market to sell
When I’m so lyrically fat, I bungee jump and go to hell
And once I come above ground
I’ll be that exception to the rule—I go up but not down
Most fools sound just like watered-down wine
While I’m a fresh batch of moonshine. I’m too fine
That’s why I rhyme vocally tight. And plus
I’ll write in the night to bring truth to the light
I don’t stop!
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Interlude 1: Kombo]
Light it up. Light it up. ‘Cause I can’t. And I won’t. ‘Cause I don’t stop
‘Cause I can’t / ‘Cause it won’t. And I won’t. ‘Cause I don’t stop
Light it up. Yes, yes, y’all
Yes, yes, y’all. Check it out. Light it up
[Verse 2: Kombo]
Now when I rhyme, I bring soul to the hole
Like Jordan on a roll, in total control of the mic I hold
Mic fold average MCs like poker
I take this serious—can’t play me like no joker
Might smoke a blunt and catch wreck
But Kombo’s the one to cash in your mic check
With my one, two, the microphone want to
You know how I represent Infin-T crew
I might swoop your girl, then troop to the palace
Swerving like Irvin and stomp out of Dallas
With your baby mama and your jewels
You know how we play, fools. We even jack ‘em for shoes
I paid dues long before spite opened a store
About the same time reFugees settled “The Score”
About the same Common Sense was Resurrected
But way before the Westside got Connected
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Interlude 2: Kombo]
Light it up. (I don’t stop). Light it up. ‘Cause I can’t. And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop. (Yes). ‘Cause I can’t. (Light it up). And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop. Light it up. Light it up
[Verse 3: Kombo]
I put the rhyme together just so I can jigsaw
Us falling apart is like Farrakhan eating pig broth
From the Ruger to the tutor, I got that
Verbal Buddha that makes you wanna roll a hooter
These are the rhymes you wanna hear
I was locked down doing shows—I got a lyrical tattoo tear
It’s like crystal ‘cause I’m clear
The beat has lyrical gynecology—pussy niggas get Pap smeared
We fit tight, causing claustrophobia
Spit a flow at your wood forest like Obi-Wan Kenobi-a
And I Skywalk on tracks. And I has it Bo in Dukes
Slicing niggas with my lightsaber like Luke
And I shake the prime like an architect teacher
See if I can reach her, get paid like a preacher
It’s three niggas with the right compatibility
Who stretch the flow using vocal elasticity?
That nigga Kombo, uh. Not overrated
I fit like pieces of puzzles: complicated
I don’t stop
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x8)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Outro: Kombo]
And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop
Light it up
Light it up
Kombination representing
Uh. Yes, yes, y’all
99’ ‘til Infin-T. Kombo MC. Uh. Represent. Look. Light it up. Light it up. Look
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Verse 1: Kombo]
When I pick up my pen and pad at night, I’m just like
A disgruntled poet with a razor-sharp mic
My whole life, I wondered “What’s my destiny?”
It’s to flow tight until death gets the best of me
I gots to stay vocally fit
Each rhyme weighs a ton—I get stronger every time I kick a skit
Man, I’m sick of shit that’s on the market to sell
When I’m so lyrically fat, I bungee jump and go to hell
And once I come above ground
I’ll be that exception to the rule—I go up but not down
Most fools sound just like watered-down wine
While I’m a fresh batch of moonshine. I’m too fine
That’s why I rhyme vocally tight. And plus
I’ll write in the night to bring truth to the light
I don’t stop!
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Interlude 1: Kombo]
Light it up. Light it up. ‘Cause I can’t. And I won’t. ‘Cause I don’t stop
‘Cause I can’t / ‘Cause it won’t. And I won’t. ‘Cause I don’t stop
Light it up. Yes, yes, y’all
Yes, yes, y’all. Check it out. Light it up
[Verse 2: Kombo]
Now when I rhyme, I bring soul to the hole
Like Jordan on a roll, in total control of the mic I hold
Mic fold average MCs like poker
I take this serious—can’t play me like no joker
Might smoke a blunt and catch wreck
But Kombo’s the one to cash in your mic check
With my one, two, the microphone want to
You know how I represent Infin-T crew
I might swoop your girl, then troop to the palace
Swerving like Irvin and stomp out of Dallas
With your baby mama and your jewels
You know how we play, fools. We even jack ‘em for shoes
I paid dues long before spite opened a store
About the same time reFugees settled “The Score”
About the same Common Sense was Resurrected
But way before the Westside got Connected
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Interlude 2: Kombo]
Light it up. (I don’t stop). Light it up. ‘Cause I can’t. And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop. (Yes). ‘Cause I can’t. (Light it up). And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop. Light it up. Light it up
[Verse 3: Kombo]
I put the rhyme together just so I can jigsaw
Us falling apart is like Farrakhan eating pig broth
From the Ruger to the tutor, I got that
Verbal Buddha that makes you wanna roll a hooter
These are the rhymes you wanna hear
I was locked down doing shows—I got a lyrical tattoo tear
It’s like crystal ‘cause I’m clear
The beat has lyrical gynecology—pussy niggas get Pap smeared
We fit tight, causing claustrophobia
Spit a flow at your wood forest like Obi-Wan Kenobi-a
And I Skywalk on tracks. And I has it Bo in Dukes
Slicing niggas with my lightsaber like Luke
And I shake the prime like an architect teacher
See if I can reach her, get paid like a preacher
It’s three niggas with the right compatibility
Who stretch the flow using vocal elasticity?
That nigga Kombo, uh. Not overrated
I fit like pieces of puzzles: complicated
I don’t stop
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x8)
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all
And yes, yes, y’all. And yes, yes, y’all (And you don’t stop)
[Outro: Kombo]
And I won’t
‘Cause I don’t stop
Light it up
Light it up
Kombination representing
Uh. Yes, yes, y’all