K-Rino - Flow Session Number 5 Lyrics
Your first mistake, was comin' into my flow zoneYou got it wrong, like skinny dippin' with clothes onAny time I get the chance to spit non stopI'm happy as a crackhead alone inside a pawn shopYou got a whole lot of songs and some silly barsThey like your children, you claim 'em but they ain't really yoursBefore you even rehab, I'll make you relapseAnd dope slap your Adam's apple down into your kneecapsWreckin' the game, I'm that vein in your neck lancerDisrespect, you gettin' checked like a correct dancerClose my eyes and grew three times the size of youI'm so surprisingly wise, even my lies are trueWanna be down, guess how many flows you gotta spit?Like toilet paper, I'mma put you through a lotta quitK-Rino gettin' murked by your kinda flowYou never see it like a rolex at a dollar storeA lot of dough in my pocket plus the urge to spend itHands behind my back writing 87 words a minuteMy wordplay inside your brain it won't work, I'm sorryThat's like a XBox game inside the first AtariHow many battles did I lose? I'll be the first to laughThat's like asking how many sides does a circle haveI go Fed, cus I'm tryin' to make some real breadWith no meds, I get it poppin' like a pillheadTo make a move to knock K-Rino from the topIs dumb like tryin' to use a Kleenex to block a gunshotMy tongue's a knife so look out for your spleenCus I'mma make a cut like I tried out for the team, foolYou do the same routine, ain't no best partsI hate lookin' at it like your girlfriends stretch marksMy raw essence, impeccable, way past averageThat's why my battles end faster than a bad marriageI'm a miracle child, that's what they told my motherI'm a year and a half older than my older brotherSuch a problem in the game, they kept me left outA scared rapper hired me to take myself outSomebody said I was a artificial MCThey got their information R-O-N-GMy neighborhood ain't a place you wanna visit oftenYou 35, buyin' jeans from the kids departmentIt'll be a cold day in hell when I failI stand behind these bars like I was in a cellNo mirrors in my house, I don't wanna face myselfI'm messin' the game up, like a replacement refAt the top of the list is where my head ranksI'm so great I slapped a rapper and he said thanksYou wanna work with me, cool, I won't be long wit' yaCommit suicide, then I'll make a song wit' yaI set a trap because you thought you was deceivin' KHe took the bait like skipped bayliffs' and Stephen ANeedless to say, I don't play the way these dudes playMy shows be packed like Popeyes on TuesdayNo conversation, no fake threats, just simply boomI gets standing ovations inside a empty roomHow you got matched up with me I don't know how at allThat ain't fair, like Oprah winning the power ballYou said I'd never be the greatest with a pen, GCan't say the word never without having envyLied and said you had a deal, wanted congratulationsThat ain't no contract, that's a Kroger(?) applicationYou say you bought it like LeBron (?) smilin''Cus you gots no rings like a phone on silentOr even vibrate with 25 folks diallin'And I wouldn't touch your girl if we were stranded on an islandWhy am I great? 'Cus I practice and study the gameSaid he wanted his mind read, so I bloodied his brainNo time for these cowards, it's not enoughHours in a day, so I squeeze days into an hourMy life's scripture, I reveal it, then go backwards wit' yaOld on my before shot a baby on my after pictureI'm too intelligent I'll mash you into gelatinYou'll never be tight like spandex on a skeletonI got 'em scared when I show up they gon' run or begRappers spit faster than skinny jeans on your mama's legI'm accapella killin' after the trackAgainst me you have no wind like an asthma attackThey complain 'cus my flow murders are kept on tapeEvery line I made 'em wine, like stept on grapesMost artists say that they're great but they don't want no part of KNo I'm not dim, but I'm fiendin' to take your heart awayLet's go to war today, I'mma have you hellboundI'm not alone I got back up like I fell downNot to be arrogant but this ain't no comparisonRecord labels don't wanna sign us like claritinI'm so emphatically talented it's embarassingAnd with these punchlines I'm the man son like MarilynStop my grind? Boy, you outta your mindI'm gettin' my weight up like I left somebody behindI dont started up but I never run from any dramaBurn your own with a hot iron like Penny's mamaI'mma come through when it's crunch time with clever flowsYou like a 24 hour store, you never closeThe deal, you don't write because you a bitin' fakerYou don't have no lines, you like typin' paperIf you diss me and start tellin' them strong liesYou better take it back like it's the wrong sizeRappers hate when they hear my album finn' to dropI'm bustin' every day like my car was in the shopStop lyin' on the mic about your perfect soundEverything you say is made up like a circus clown
