Ready To Ride - K Rino

4, 3, 2, 1, ah!

Where my keys at?

Let’s go all the way in

I’m the breeder of much needed magnificent readings

I make it rain by throwing loose change the strippers be bleeding

Got the full intelligence of 22 grown men

You can mute me and I’m still louder than you on ten

You couldn’t bump me off with ten rifles

You in the final stage of being washed up I guess that means you in the spin

cycle

Don’t ever ask me if I’m ready man I’m clearly down

My demeanour so agg that you can hear me frown

These rappers wanna knock me off feet

But I’m taking em out every night before I sleep like they was false teeth

I’m lyrically wild, I thought that I was senile

Cause I got a different number every time that I hit redial

Riding down your street trashing the beat

I’m one deep driving the car from the passenger seat

See I don’t play, I’m all about biz

I eat hundred dollar bills cause I like to put my money where my mouth is

I’m ready to ride

(All you sucker cover sissies tryna rap)

Don’t make me ride

(The word mercenary gotta stay strapped)

No you can’t hide

(Swinging on em with a Superman slap)

Don’t make me ride

(The word mercenary gotta stay strapped)

Ah Ha!

Last of all you ain’t worth discussing

Normally I start by saying 'first of all' but I can’t see you being first at

nothing

Build the vocal monument then put my book in it

My verses are hot enough to smoke you till you look tinted

I’m seeking war with you, a quick loss is calling you

I sleep on watered down toilet paper sheets without falling through

I searched through the daylight until I found night

I sink my teeth into the beat, call it a sound bite

An underwater fortress is where I record this

I don’t use the mic, I rap into the blade of a swordfish

Once and for all I making negative respondents fall

Phone battle holocaust ten thousand rapper conference call

Flammable tongue mass with a lightening effect

I could have two left feet and still kick you RIGHT in your neck

Schooling you is what I beautifully do

I’ll blackout and then record so when I hear my songs they new to me too

You harmless as a daffodil, I attack and kill

I’m in the mood for fast food I want a 7-piece wack rapper meal

When I get adamant they tell me that I have to chill

Assassin lyrical the is K-Rino, backwards skill

You can’t prevail cause you fraud on the large scale

Like a homeless chap claiming he having a garage sale

For years straight I’m moving at a great rate

You at the crib working out with a shake weight

You faking tough get ya vocal communication up

We was talking face to face and he was breaking up

Don’t need blunts to complete verbal elite stunts

My calandar got 365 days in each month

I’ll race through time and space like a TV chase

Every two-thousand units I pop out of the CD case

I’m the underground hydrochloric acid fire

Quieten baby rappers with hundred pound pacifiers