Top Of The Hill - K Rino

Still sittin' at the top of the hill

Just to show we still do it like we do it

Two seconds after you hate me, I’m all in yo' face

K-Rino is harder to beat than a dope case

I’m moving faster than you do at my slow pace

I thought your tongue was chopped out cause you go no taste

A year of practice couldn’t keep you out the loser bracket

The only game that you can beat me at is who’s the whackest

Imma keep bringing this heat 'til my bread’s deep

Once I kill the track, it’s just like ya daddy, ya dead beat

What made you think you could duplicate my whole verse

He so stupid he was on second and stole first

I froze jerks with 20 below cold bursts

Take off my belt and whoop yo ass until your soul hurts

Don’t let me catch you with your chest exposed

My lyrics are more colourful than Westbrook’s clothes

What you flow is so worthless like a ring with no rocks in it

My work is timeless like a house with no clocks in it

To come against me, man, you know that he wrong

That’s like tryna send a text message on a Rotary phone

You sounding weak, I don’t need you in my circle, you a clown to me

You like my upstairs neighbour, you ain’t down with me

A nice dude and real life but on the mic feared

My rap style’s dirty and rough like your wife’s beard

Trusting you to write some heat would be very hard

I’d rather trust a dope fiend with my credit card

I’m an impossible deep topical obstacle

I even study weak rappers so I can know what not to do

I heard about his feminine ways just by word of mouth

Punched him in his sternum and some breast milk squirted out

That’s what you get for all the tripping and casting suspicion

Give you mo' problems than a pissed off mathematician

You put me in a bad mood when you perform

The doctors and the nurses even boo’ed when you was born

What’s up now, you was talking now you coppin' out

I glued your lips to your eyes and make you watch your mouth

Repeat what I said, that’s heat to your head

You’ll be trying to recover like changing the sheet on the bed

Started to give you some advice but I’ll just keep it instead

I went so hard when I was through, the grim-reaper was dead

I laugh when you say you gangster, not the way you bust

Like weak songs on the radio;

you play too much

What you said was kinda lame that’s why you didn’t wanna claim

I must need to be potty trained cause I keep shitting on the game

Been layin' low but my dominance is fast emerging

I’m the best and you gon' have to face it like a plastic surgeon

I hurt shows, murk foes with my worst flows

I stay laying rappers out like they were church clothes

I walk 'em down like dirt roads 'til they flatline

Our shows was at the same time that your people was at mine

The day I came into the game, that’s when it got live

I bet that you ain’t even in your own top five

Every clown on your record label was left for dead

Stomped these rappers in the dome twice, I’m two steps ahead

I take your card, bread and drive all paid

He was walking home mad, he has side-walk rage

My hands red, call me K-Rino, the human ant bed

I run my foot straight through ya like a pants leg

You said you’ll fix it so I’ll never get loot

Imma make you swallow those words like alphabet soup, now

Might wanna hide 'til the problems get rectified

I’ll step your ass to the side like the electric slide

The boldest lyric, I’m sure to spit it

I’m cold enough to throw myself a surprise party and not know I did it

I’ll piledrive ya through the dirt, you’ll never re-surface

You’re worthless, you couldn’t even afford my free verses

You wanna talk and slander

Better keep that shit to yourself like a baby wearing a pamper

Need to change your wardrobe fool and dumb yo' dancer

Before they jam your whole album, they’d rather bump my sampler

Trick, where you stay, text me your address, we can go today

Your best work can’t match the songs that I throw away

Let’s get it on and I’mma spank ya like your father do

I would say «Loser gotta wear a dress» but that wouldn’t bother you