Dope-E - Blast On Um lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] Yeah Blast On Um [Verse 1: K-Rino] I heard your album and although it's far from brilliant I'ma give you a ten out of a possible million Beating K-Rino, wa**up, who jumping on that? A damn midget got a better chance of dunking on Shaq These counterfeiters getting slain by vernacular Daily I'm producing more bars than a soap manufacturer Put me on the mic I win wars f** over you like I was having s** with my wife in apartment upstairs from yours They goin hunt for you like Red October I stood on the same side of the street for five weeks, cause I ain't wanna crossover You say you make hits, H-I-T-S let's see Put the S in front of the H, that's what it sound like to me You took a catastrophical L and it's time to pay up And I ain't got to dunk I'll break the backboard doing a layup And you don't pay me what you owe me And I ain't whooping with a switch, I'll beat his a** with the whole tree [Hook: K-Rino] Blast On Um Forget his wife and his kids Just verbally execute him for that sh** that he did And blast on um, uh Just think homicide Even after he apologize you don't let it slide Blast on um, yeah Before he could blink I'll poison your mind and make you sick whenever you think Blast on um Hit 'em with dangerous words That run for miles cause they contain a flight range of a bird [Verse 2: K-Rino] We look at you as trash (yeah) You're an imitation of the rapper who is imitating the one-hit wonder from last year I can't believe that these fools done built up the gumption Your rhymes softer than a fool with erectile dysfunction The last rhyme I heard you say (wa**up) I just couldn't follow it My stomach cramped up when you said it because I'm wack-flows intolerant The truest, fool you got sliced up and you knew it Your style is so basic and easy a caveman wouldn't do it Stop lying, your whole persona's built off part of mine A bootlegger heard your sh** and said "this is where I draw the line" You been trying to an*lyze me like you K's psychiatrist You must want a foot in yo a** like a gay podiatrist See my rap's a Venus Flytrap, I unfold And catapult your soul across the spiritual threshold Till they know you faker than a dil*o I call you "30 seconds" cause you the commercial sh** that interrupts the real show [Break: K-Water] Got damn! Look what you made me do, muthaf**a. I told yo a** to shut the f** up and guess what's coming to ya! But nah, you wanna open up yo MUTHAfu*kING MOUTH! So I'ma stick this pitbull on ya. K-Rino where you at? [Hook: K-Rino] [Verse 3: K-Rino] The only way that you can drop a tight CD, you clown Is if you pick one of mine up and let it fall to the ground Don't get mad because your mind can't follow me That's like expecting a '92 cellular to have iPhone technology Hit you with every deadly word I know, insert a murder flow That staggers you worse that a wino in vertigo When you step into my zone it gets hot You in the wrong space like an able-bodied person parked in a handicapped spot Now when I see you, I ain't talking a paint in your lame a** Like a college student and a fifth grader we ain't in the same cla** Like a young trick in love, I'm turning the game out The best case scenario is if you blow your brains out They call me the paper stacker, with a trunk full of ends They call you a pain in the a** like a punk and a pen And when K-Rino places you in interrogation You get took out like bad kidneys in transplant patients [Hook: K-Rino]