K-Rino - Flow Session Number 4 lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] They said he couldn't do it no more Let's see if they right [K-Rino] 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 keep 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's heating iron, on the mic defeating giants I'm a 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 Question 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 landlord, you a damn fraud Trying to charge a pair of Jordans with a Sams card Rough bar chooser, hard 2 by 4 user Beat and bruise ya after I win, now you a sore loser I gotta 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 new, you be crying like a baby do Still got clothes on lay-away from '82 In brain square mileage, I'm imagined mentally Your brain's inefficient see you pissing where you kitchen be I got music in my bag, coast to coast I push I thought I told you that men ain't supposed to douche Rhyme-sack you with my mind's immaculate 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 its outta my hands like a dropped pa** On a wack scale of 1 to 10 you sure to rate When you rank it's like taking a leak, you're an eight You could be one of them big screen stars But when I catch you it's a wrap, 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 past and all 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 step 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 yo' hand Rap slicing, reciting, striking and writing verbs Verses 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 you size don't matter Whoever said K-Rino wasn't heated they lied I picked my sk** up early like it needed a ride Rappers get caught up in the 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 then a Vienna sausage You talking tough partner 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 bare arms like a sleeveless shirt Terminating you is something 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 Winning odds, 87 to 1 Fool beating me is like your girlfriends hair, it's never been done (Ha)