Street Corner Flows - K Rino

Uh-huh uh-huh, uh man

I’m mad, I’m mad uh

I say, people be wondering who the best is

Look at that boy I just battled and then go ask him where his chest is

I smash fools 'cause I’m Jurassic

They gon' have to bury your body and your ass in two separate caskets

Shock resistant heat starter

A threat to take a bath with plugged up electric appliances in the water

My rhymes are like crack, against the law

Young players get took to jail just for having K inside the car

I make a time machine and blast off

Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they ass off

MCs get hooked when I rain on ‘em

These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms and run a train on 'em

Call me the style metamorphian

Subject to evolve into a bionic bullet releasing scorpion

Got to impress you when I’m in the square

If my rhymes ain’t rough enough, I might just vanish into thin air

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino

Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow

Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing

Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?

I kick a thousand with none wack

Understand virgins listen to my words and get pregnant on contact

Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt

My rhymes like cancel pack and sick killer bees eating your stomach out

No matter what city or state

Wreck any rapper breathing, lose — I got a trick of pot of boiling water

straight

You either die now or die later

I slap a hater, G and I put that on your old lady vibrator

Got more ingredients than gumbo

You bring them rhymes up in the paint, I bet I swat 'em like Mutumbo

I might inflict lyrics that kill fast

And Ms. Cleo couldn’t predict how many times these hands gon' touch your ass

No need to call me, I’m the best at this

See all I got to do is scare people thoughts to check my messages

You could be asleep, I’ll still get with you though

I’ll take a nap, meet you in your own dream and come and get you hoe

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino

Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow

Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing

Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?

They can’t identify the gifted ace

I fake ‘em out because I wake up every morning with a different face

I snatch punks and hit the kill switch

Fuck a picture on a milk carton, they gon' find his ass inside that bitch

It ain’t no use for you to try and hide

It’s South Park Russian roulette player, take turns inhaling cyanide

I’m gunning fools down at high noon

My promotion’s so strong, I got posters and shit all on the Moon

You wanna run up on a thought spinner

They’ll show the highlights of me dogging these silly rappers on SportsCenter

Roaches be dying from the way I spit

My rhyme’s so dangerous you got to wear a rubber when you play my shit

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino

Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow

Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing

Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino