Man Up - K Rino

Thoughts inherently put down, left my therapist needing therapy

Listen, unto you I say verily that I tear your arms standing transparently

Momentarily you won’t know where it be

I run through you like water do

You a part of my imagination so how can you think of hurting me when I thought

of you?

You ‘bout to orchestrate a war with fate

My scoring rate soars for hours straight just as sure as 4 and 4 is 8

I read a list of those who scared of this, rhyme experiments are errorless

It’s perilous walking blindly through my edifice

My every thought’s a leap

Acid rhymes dissolved the paper’s lined which made the verse collapse and words

fell off the sheet

I’m reinforced with heat that can torch a beat

And scorch an unseen microorganism from across the street

Scholars from other planets be bringing my books

Interplanetary lyrical phantoms be singing my hooks

When you start showing off, I intercept the path you go and cross

Reset money like an NFL referee at the coin toss

No coping with death, you hoping I crack

Man, you so wack that you couldn’t open up for the opening act

I put the pressure on, brother you the worst or the best you’re gone

Unmatchable methods exist in my mentality’s upper echelon

My foes be feeling these murderous abilities

We the realest Gs, I go off just like unpaid utilities

I spill degrees first you reveal with ease, Dope got more tracks than weeds

I breeze through, spit a half a line and kill MCs

Get overzealous when I’m smacking fellers

If it’s life after dead, you ‘bout to find out but too bad you can’t come back

to tell us

Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle

So don’t you ever try to test this man

That’s the founder right there, you either man up or walk off

Man up or walk off, you either man up or walk off

Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle

So don’t you ever try to test this man

Chains, diamond rings, you either man up or walk off

Leads to your property, ay you either man up or walk off

Stuff like that

My rhymes eat wack emcees up for lunch

And you ain’t gotta be Hawaiian to get a punch

A skull and bone crusher, murder emcee perfectly

Aerodynamically, turn back the dust when you challenge me

I’m Dope-E, yeah I’m back with a head full of hair

When I speak these rhymes, they spark and flare, I break an MC down with a cold

stare

You claim you smart but you kill me there

I heard you used up all of your lifelines the first question on Millionaire

And you got it wrong, to tell the truth, ain’t no preparation

No other alternative route, death you facing

I’m Dope-E, you can’t beat me, defeat me

The corner’ll find you wrapped up in plastic like a CD

This ain’t Raekwon but you can call me a Chef

‘Cause I can cook up a Dope-E rapper dagger then slice you to death

Your basketball got stole, I took it

Then fake left and shake back to the right, went back to the left,

took it to the middle, penetrated the hole

I radiate raps through your backpack, wear an aerial fitted cap

Pierce the lungs with a scapula and you heard it clap

But your heart collapse, cardiac arrests when I dart at your chest

Dope-E with K-Rino, Hip-hop art at it’s best

Your label heard me rap, now your contract is void with a breach

Rhymes tighter than biker shorts on a three hundred pound woman at the beach

To tell the truth, life is a raw game

They think I featured in The Wizard of Oz ‘cause I got control of my straw name

The beat pounces, the frequency bounces

Your newborn baby raps don’t hold no weight measured in ounces

Most emcees be wack like they bite from each other

My rhymes known to play both fingers against the middle, I have y’all fighting

each other

Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle

So don’t you ever try to test this man

That’s Dope E, you either man up or walk off

Any rapper in the UK, you either man up or walk off

Step in the ring, it’s a KO in the middle

So don’t you ever try to test this man

America, Africa, you either man up or walk off

Spain, bring it, you either man up or walk off

SPC, from the old school

Twenty years later, in a new school

But it ain’t even all about that

It’s about this now school

Any one of y’all stepping, man

C’mon, bring it

I’m battling for the crib on MTV, higher living

You know what I’m saying?

That’s what’s up, the deed to your land, your property

Any one of y’all wanna bring it

All over the world, bring it, that’s what’s up