Smoke - K Rino

I pull from the waist then my mic through your face

I was spotted in space, challenging light to a race

When my CD drops, my fans cut right to the chase

Too hype to remove the plastic, they just bite through the case

The horrible smoke, you don’t want no part of that revoke

So beyond dope that I could give a heart attack a stroke

My house is a boat full of magic artifacts that float

My starter pack consists of a full almanac of quotes

It’s incumbent of me to cause something to bleed

I keep two hundred and three different mics under my sleeve

Some wonder indeed why I have zero number of seeds

‘Cause I’m yet to find an equally twisted woman to breed

The mic supremist, adjective and noun extremist

Me falling off just means that I would slip down to genius

Among the greatest who did it I’m listed

You wouldn’t make the top five if only you and four other rappers existed

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat

He’s chasing me really quickly but never will he get me

Piss me off, I’ll put your child in timeout until he’s 50

On the war trail, I compose and stack more mail

Lyrical crossover so nasty the backboard fell

I’m tight clutching the mic but still subject to fight

Plus I murdered pressure right after it busted the pipe

My position’s locked in and I stand with it

I wasn’t passing you the torch, I was tryna burn your hand with it

I write words for the love that start purging for blood

If you lose, you gotta take a nap submerged in a tub

I was bad but now I think worse

I had a staring contest with a man on a picture and the picture blinked first

I don’t have to talk when I’m full of hateful aggression

I’ll cuss your whole family out with a facial expression

Snatch your life before you snatch mine

When you expire, I’ll sneak in the hospital and sign my name on your flat line

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat

When a pen is around, my acumen drops down

Leave your head swole, big as the jack in the box clown

I’m under the understanding you planning to reprimand me

Backhand you and knock your bloodline to a whole different family

I’m fast and cunning, so much life-force blasting from me

I took CPR and resuscitated the practice dummy

Rap armageddon, K is not the one to threaten

Started wrecking and made it so hot that the Sun was sweating

If I stay in front of your house, you’ll never come out again

My standard’s so high I gave myself a one out of ten

It’s all about the win, follow me closely

If you lose, you a loser, we don’t give out no participation trophies

I wanted to get amnesia so I self-induced it

To get the feel of the first time hearing my music

Make every enemy resign with SPC on his mind

I’m so precise the clocks and watches look at me for the time

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat

Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke

You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope

Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope

Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat