Street Corner Flows

歌詞

(talking:) Uh-huh uh-huh, uh man I'm mad, I'm mad uh (K-Rino:) I say, people be wondering who the best is Look at that boy I just battled, and then go ask him where his chest is I smash fools, cause I'm jurassic They gon have to bury your body and your ass, in two separate caskets Shock resistant, heat starter A threat to take a bath with plugged up, electric appliances in the water My rhymes are like crack, against the law Young playas get took to jail, just for having K inside the car I make a time machine, and blast off Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they ass off MC's get hooked, when I rain on em These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms, and run a train on em Call me the style, metamorphian Subject to evolve into a bionic bullet, releasing scorpion Got to impress you, when I'm in the square If my rhymes ain't rough enough, I might just vanish into thin air (Hook:) Y'all don't wanna run up, on K-Rino Keep that mainstream shit, I'm bringing street corner flow Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing Round after round bucking em down, so what you saying (K-Rino:) I kick a thousand, with none whack Understand virgins listen to my words, and get pregnant on contact Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt My rhymes like cancel pack and sick killer bees, eating your stomach out No matter, what city or state Wreck any rapper breathing lose, I got a trick of pot of boiling water straight You either die now, or die later I slap a hater G, and I put that on your old lady vibrator Got more ingredients, than gumbo You bring them rhymes up in the paint, I be I swat em down like Mutumbo I might inflict lyrics, that kill fast And Ms. Cleo couldn't predict, how many times these hands gon touch your ass No need to call me, I'm the best at this See all I got to do is scare people thoughts, to check my messages You could be asleep, I'll still get with you though I'll take a nap, meet you in your own dream and come and get you hoe (Hook) (K-Rino:) They can't identify, the gifted ace I fake em out, because I wake up every morning with a different face I snatch punks, and hit the kill switch Fuck a picture on a milk carton, they gon find his ass inside that bitch It ain't no use, for you to try and hide It's South Park Russian roulette playa, take turns inhaling sionide I'm gunning fools down, at high noon My promotion's so strong, I got posters and shit all on the moon You wanna run up, on a thought spinner They'll show the highlights, of me dogging these silly rappers on Sportscenter Roaches be dying, from the way I spit My rhymes so dangerous, you gotta wear a rubber when you play my shit (Hook x2) Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino (x2)