Raising the Bars - K Rino

Bars on top of bars

Yeah, turn me up just a little bit, the beat

Yeah

I’m telling you that I patrol this emceeing zone

I get it popping like nappy hair when it’s being combed

You straight fooling, your G status—it ain’t proven

Should have named your CD dead body ‘cause it ain’t moving

I can put my bread up but who gon' cover yours?

Career going up in flames like a hoverboard

Spar you without a scar, skilled in the art of war

I go from zero to sixty before I start the car

You can’t give it to the rap game the way they needing

You don’t belong like a six-pack at an A.A.

meeting

Fake reputation breaker, big money raker

My song’s folder is thicker than two Sunday papers

Snake chumps get busted like a face bump

Straight dump because you faker than a lace front

I’m on fire and well seasoned like jambalaya

I’ll make a scene at Burger King, get your mama fired

Your shows are empty yet you still talking hard and loud

You could be a sketch artist and couldn’t draw a crowd

Told ‘em you holding the top spots, you liar trick

You ain’t gon' ever be number one like a side-chick

Rest in peace to your career, every one of y’all

I’ll put you on a t-shirt like I was Underdog

I hate to change the subject but something I want share:

I ain’t gon' lie your woman’s hair need Obamacare

My intellect and work ethic makes K a winner

You keep talking and I’ma snap like I’m playing center

I’m pretty friendly but don’t take it for granted and slip

If my CD ever scratched the whole planet’ll skip

I might sit down and write ‘cause I’m the truth kid

Or maybe come off of the head like a loose wig

The abolition, the tactical practitioner

Fixing to lose my cool like a broken air conditioner

I keep climbing that’s why my skill’s better than theirs

You couldn’t reach another level if you walked upstairs

While you keep harassing me I’m tryna concentrate, the beat is on

Act like you working at a bank and leave me alone

You tryna put me in a verbal diss

You bout to mess up bad like a heart surgeon with hiccups and a nervous twitch

You bring these common fools, you gonna lose

See I’m that dude that where I’m at these dumb rappers hate to be there like

summer school

Revenge is sweet and I was born raw

He walked into his door and saw me pissed off with his grandpa in an arm-bar

Not many who go to war with me have gone far

I’ll open you up from a distance like OnStar

You’re just a liar with a pointy nose

Your flows used to belong to other folks like Salvation Army clothes

See me team is strongly represented

I’ll make your eyes scream like Visine with cayenne pepper in it

K-Rino the great flowing self-made poet

My music’s so dope that a klepto even paid for it

Now you’re conspiring to wipe me out entirely

But I’m so fire that your ghostwriter tried to hire me

I’m laying in the cut, waiting for my rival, G

Kicked everyone off the planet ‘cause I like my privacy

Play me on your car radio every strong line

And like powder I’ll be in your system a long time

I’ll call you on the phone and explain stuff

But if I put you on hold for a week you better not hang up

I grab you by your neck aggressive and vicious

And keep sliding you like I’m holding a phone going through pictures