R. Donnelly
R. is 92 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review.
R. is also known as "Rob Rude".
R. is located in Toronto at Clean Air Park.
R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
I'm proud of my past, but I'm eager to write this next chapter of my legacy!
No Love Loss
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Song Details
No Love Loss is Keep it Simple music in tempo Moderato. The music is good and the lyrics are sweet. The song was written 11/11/2006 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
38 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
Hip Hop |
| Owner: |
Rob & Tha Mob |
| First Revealed: |
11/11/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Rapper
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
Rappaz gettin' bumped off, aint no love loss.
I come hard, while you wack niggaz come soft.
I make U run off when I grab tha mic & bust shotz.
I prefer bacon over beef, but I dont trust copz.
Bitch! Fuck rockz! I smoke bud from tha tree-topz,
and I wont stop till Im done or untill I see copz.
Tha Mob, yo, we gotz, hard rhymez & rugged beatz,
da type of shit that appeal to thugz in da street.
I used to slang drugz in tha street, mainly crack,
and U shouldnt fuck wit tha gat I'd plainly pack.
I turned over a new leaf but I can change it back.
Yo! You thought U knew beef, but U aint seen jack!
Infact, if you come up steppin' to challenge me,
im gonna fuck-up your whole perception of reality.
Burn you like a calorie, cuz HipHop needz a diet,
dis shit is HipHop 101, ya'll need 2 go & buy it.
Like I said before, these suckaz need to learn,
that when I spit fire, you suckaz is gonna burn.
U can beg, borrow & steal, but what have U earned?
You aint earned shit, thats why I aint concerned.
Yo! We aint got no love loss.
Yo! I got no love for tha haterz,
and I got no love for tha racists.
Plus I got no love for all these fake scarfaces.
I got no love for tha communists,
and I got no love for tha terrorists.
Plus I got no love for faggotz who stare at this.
I got no love for deadbeat dadz,
and I got no love for momz on crack.
Plus I got no love for them MCz who rock da wack.
Yo! There aint no love loss, this aint no joke,
rappaz oppose me, they end-up goin' up in smoke.
Watch me go for broke When I go for tha throat,
last thing suckaz see, is me reach in my coat.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Can it all be so simplistic?
Real recognize real, so I keep it realistic.
Live & direct with this shit, I always have been.
Make veteran MCz look like nothin but a has-been.
And then we laughin', all the way to the bank,
we tha mufuckin crunk, plus we tha mufuckin dank.
"Yo, I'd just like to thank" & praise da highest,
all due respect to NAS, but Rob is tha fliest!
Kids, dont try this, at home without supervision,
it aint as easy as I make it look on television.
I used 2 play Atari & Intellivision, now its PS3,
I became the mayor of Toronto, and I cut the GST.
Next I'll cut the PST and legalize LSD.
Maybe even legalize E! No thanks, none for me.
Wack MCz run from me, sexy bitches come to me.
Is it my talent? Or because I run myown company?
Is that why U hate on me? U aint as payed as me?
U dont get laid like me, & never be great as me.
We aint got no love loss.