The Barbarian - K Rino

We ain’t went nowhere

When I say we, when I say we

I’m talking about the lyricist all around the world, man

We ain’t went nowhere

They keep saying don’t nobody be spitting hard no more

I can name a million of 'em

Down South, East Coast, West Coast, Midwest

The UK, all over the world boys still ripping up mics

Don’t let all this bubblegum rap make you believe that skills don’t rule the

world still

I remain dominant under the God’s same providence

Laying in flames I gain top levels of pain tolerance

Brain’s popping from mass jugular vein blockages

Lots of the people I kidnap wanna remain hostages

Humans in boxes in my lobby and packaged beside me

Immune to toxins, I could probably do crack as a hobby

Mad cause I be hard to defeat, should’ve practiced karate

When his blood saw it was me it went back in his body

His style is rented, I wallow and follow y’all at a mile a minute

Ridin' inside a copter with no pilot in it

I’ve been the deepest elitist MC

Compete with unthinkable speed and three illegal secretive breathing techniques

I’m sweeping those who would be opposed

My seed’ll make the fetus grow a half a foot every week with no GMOs

Predisposed to be a pro, at three years old I was even cold

Tougher than getting a zebra to wear people clothes

He was bragging and reenacting his evil tactics

I creeped in fast and I beat his ass with an Easter basket

Killer for hire now you under artillery fire

My umbilical cord was an auxiliary wire

The only time I’m in my happy place is when I’m in a rapper’s face

Sledgehammering ankles like I’m Kathy Bates

Matters if the cops is around, spot you in town

You ass out like a hospital gown

Like Kurt Vonnegut, written work I got a ton of it

A speeding car, I’m on the front of it like a 6-foot hood ornament

I serve trouble, thousands of birds huddle

Swerving as I show down dark streets doing a word puzzle

I’ma shank till he chokes and he faints

Like a teller getting robbery notes in the bank, you hope it’s a prank

My complete procedure freezes ether then defeats your leader

You won’t heed it either till I bleed and beat ya and Saint Peter greets ya

It’s hard to get out of my powers like flaming houses

Murder falling out of the clouds 'cause it’s raining couches

Mechanically designed to think straight with a backwards mind

So much pH in my bars I call 'em alkalines