Lyrics Flow Session Number 4 - K-Rino

Flow session number fo'
They said he couldn't do it no mo'
Let's see if they right
He couldn't withstand, the blast that he felt
Beating me is hard to pull off, like a chastity belt
I'm returning to the war zone, to flame my opponents
The game be calling me back, like I was hanging up on it
Stopping me is a task, no one's able to do
Like trying to seat a thousand people, at a table for two
See what I'm saying eating iron, on the mic that's eating giants
I'm the lion eating man, that eats man eating lions
When I please, I still punish and rip with ease
Like a plate of nachos, I stack chips and cheese
Crushing me I gotta flame you,
Then I'll probably show you something painful
Like stuffing both your feet, into the same shoe
Every line, got the people in the joint raving
Cut your index finger off, I call it point shaving
I'm the rap land Lord, you a damn fraud
Trying to charge a pair of Jordans, with a Sam's card
Rough bar chooser, hard 2-by-4 you's
I beat and bruise you after I win, now you a sore loser
I got a cannon mouth, tongue whoopings I hand em out
My presence is everywhere, like Santa's house
Get it straight, I didn't come to make the party bounce
I came to bust you in the face, with a forty ounce
Pages knew, you be crying like a baby do
Still got clothes on layaway, from '82
In brain square milage, I'm a mansion mentally
Your brain's inefficiency, pissing where your kitchen be
I got music in my bag, coast to coast I push
I thought I told you, that men ain't suppose to deuche
Rhymes accurate, my mind's emmaculate
I'm a beast I put it down, like I was tired of packing it
Money I'm stacking it, my crew is unruly they pop fast
When they catch you inside of my hands, like a dropped pass
On the whack scale of one to ten, you sure to rate
Where you rank, is like taking a leak you're an eight
You could be, one of the big screen stars
But when I catch you it's a rap, just like sixteen bars
K-Rino is in the hood everyday, I don't miss the fights
You come and hang once a year, like Christmas lights
You like to talk about your passion, or your ex stunts
I speak on things, that I already did next month
I ain't got time, for silly little playful things
You 6'5 260, with a naval ring
I get on a roll, vocab is so cold
I like to eat my cereal and milk, with no bowl
I stepped my game up, to improve the sport
Stole some of my own lyrics, and took myself to court
I'm the flow man, wingspan of Rodan
Slick enough to pick your pocket, with your hand
Rap slicing deciding, striking and writing verbs
S swinging like Tyson, I call em fighting words
I'm down to get a private, or a public win
Like hand sanitizer, after doing dirt I rub it in
Whenever you around, lies gon' scatter
Like when your girlfriend, told ya size don't matter
Whoever said K-Rino wasn't heated, they lied
I picked my skill up early, like it needed a ride
Rappers get caught up in it deep, just for crossing the street
I won't let you change the game, like you lost your receipt
If we do carry heat, you'll never find it on us
Your CEO, gave you a twenty dollar signing bonus
Ran opponents out the game, they couldn't stand the losses
Line for line, they coming up shorter than a vienna sausage
You talking tough partna, but you look sweet
You ain't hot, cause you ain't ready like undercooked meat
I stay in rare form, to achieve this work
Got the right to bear arms, like a sleeveless shirt
Terminating you, is some'ing I can't wait to do
You could be my twin, and I still couldn't relate to you
When I get through, I get a long ovation
My pen stays on paper, like it's on probation
Win odds, 87 to 1
Fool beating me is like your
Girlfriend's hair, it's never been done ha
(*talking*)
Flow session number fo'
Ya'll know what it is, shout out to Sniper
And Mighty in the building, (flow session number fo')
Send a shout out to the whole SPC
All the lyricists around the world, yeah
(Flow session number(*talking*)
Flow session number fo'
They said he couldn't do it no mo'
Let's see if they right
He couldn't withstand, the blast that he felt
Beating me is hard to pull off, like a chastity belt
I'm returning to the war zone, to flame my opponents
The game be calling me back, like I was hanging up on it
Stopping me is a task, no one's able to do
Like trying to seat a thousand people, at a table for two
See what I'm saying eating iron, on the mic that's eating giants
I'm the lion eating man, that eats man eating lions
When I please, I still punish and rip with ease
Like a plate of nachos, I stack chips and cheese
Crushing me I gotta flame you,
Then I'll probably show you something painful
Like stuffing both your feet, into the same shoe
Every line, got the people in the joint raving
Cut your index finger off, I call it point shaving
I'm the rap land Lord, you a damn fraud
Trying to charge a pair of Jordans, with a Sam's card
Rough bar chooser, hard 2-by-4 you's
I beat and bruise you after I win, now you a sore loser
I got a cannon mouth, tongue whoopings I hand em out
My presence is everywhere, like Santa's house
Get it straight, I didn't come to make the party bounce
I came to bust you in the face, with a forty ounce
Pages knew, you be crying like a baby do
Still got clothes on layaway, from '82
In brain square milage, I'm a mansion mentally
Your brain's inefficiency, pissing where your kitchen be
I got music in my bag, coast to coast I push
I thought I told you, that men ain't suppose to deuche
Rhymes accurate, my mind's emmaculate
I'm a beast I put it down, like I was tired of packing it
Money I'm stacking it, my crew is unruly they pop fast
When they catch you inside of my hands, like a dropped pass
On the whack scale of one to ten, you sure to rate
Where you rank, is like taking a leak you're an eight
You could be, one of the big screen stars
But when I catch you it's a rap, just like sixteen bars
K-Rino is in the hood everyday, I don't miss the fights
You come and hang once a year, like Christmas lights
You like to talk about your passion, or your ex stunts
I speak on things, that I already did next month
I ain't got time, for silly little playful things
You 6'5 260, with a naval ring
I get on a roll, vocab is so cold
I like to eat my cereal and milk, with no bowl
I stepped my game up, to improve the sport
Stole some of my own lyrics, and took myself to court
I'm the flow man, wingspan of Rodan
Slick enough to pick your pocket, with your hand
Rap slicing deciding, striking and writing verbs
S swinging like Tyson, I call em fighting words
I'm down to get a private, or a public win
Like hand sanitizer, after doing dirt I rub it in
Whenever you around, lies gon' scatter
Like when your girlfriend, told ya size don't matter
Whoever said K-Rino wasn't heated, they lied
I picked my skill up early, like it needed a ride
Rappers get caught up in it deep, just for crossing the street
I won't let you change the game, like you lost your receipt
If we do carry heat, you'll never find it on us
Your CEO, gave you a twenty dollar signing bonus
Ran opponents out the game, they couldn't stand the losses
Line for line, they coming up shorter than a vienna sausage
You talking tough partna, but you look sweet
You ain't hot, cause you ain't ready like undercooked meat
I stay in rare form, to achieve this work
Got the right to bear arms, like a sleeveless shirt
Terminating you, is some'ing I can't wait to do
You could be my twin, and I still couldn't relate to you
When I get through, I get a long ovation
My pen stays on paper, like it's on probation
Win odds, 87 to 1
Fool beating me is like your
Girlfriend's hair, it's never been done ha
(*talking*)
Flow session number fo'
Ya'll know what it is, shout out to Sniper
And Mighty in the building, (flow session number fo')
Send a shout out to the whole SPC
All the lyricists around the world, yeah
(Flow session number fo'), not four... fo' ha
K-Rino, what I'ma do right now
I'ma let this beat play for ya'll