Wreck Time - K Rino

Hey get up!

Wake up!

Y’all know what time it is

4 A.M.

every day we do this man it’s wreck time

Don’t make me pull this rip out, get up!

Hey you in the corner, I see ya over there tryna hide, get up!

You didn’t hide yesterday when you was pulling that same stunt

Line up!

It’s wreck time

I squeeze on 'em till the strap got a bloody maroon trigger

I don’t pour salt on the wound, I just make the wound bigger

By means of verbal discipline, too many to list them

I liquefy, replace your bloodstream, then poison your system

The pain and suffering’s perpetual, my mic cuts ya eye

I leave ya barely alive but not sick enough to die

Swoop down like a bird of pray then pick him up and fly

You could have the speed of thought, you ain’t quick enough to try

When they talk about the greatest don’t nobody ride with ya

Like a cameraman in a photo shoot, you ain’t in the picture

If you better than me, I still wouldn’t end by assault

I spit for years until you finally dive and win by default

My mic flow is like mixing in fire with nitroglycerin

So magnificent you burn metabolism just by listening

Carry out all of my schemes no matter the means

I’ll beat your head in while you’re sleeping just to shatter your dreams

It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time

Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line

It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine

Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9

The more the pressure applied the harder you better strive

If you got tight metaphors then I must have metafives

The first opponent tried and now he don’t even look alive

The second one did like a professional swimmer and took a dive

Before I can empty a verbal clip in 'em (What he do?)

He slit his own throat just to deny me the satisfaction of ripping him

I sing and leave you grip hard with a quick raw stream

Dangling with ya neck knotted inside a guitar string

I breathe into you, leak degrees of typhoid fever

You couldn’t hide from me in a reproductive seed of an Amoeba

Challenge K-Rino, yeah you be a fool to pursuit this

Even ya own partners ask ya, «Man, you sure you wanna do this?»

I spit artistic sickness, you drifted from the zone of the gifted

And got whipped because you rebelled like you was

The most complex scene, basic when I’m done

You undefeated bringing 0, watch me replace it with a one

It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time

Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line

It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine

Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9

The sword fighter, the general with cynical material

No milk I use biohazardous chemicals in my cereal

Actually you gotta spontaneously combust to flatter me

You shorten bars up like a cell phone with a low battery

I shine until I blind you like potent reflectors

My rapid moving vocals are picked up by motion detectors

I’m the depth broker, the heartless antagonistic provoker

The transcender of all spirits, the hologram choker

I pin novels and hyperbaric bulletproof fiberglass

And somehow physically kill a rapper, through a cyber cast

You couldn’t rise higher than me on a track

If you was on a trampoline in space and I had a mountain strapped to my back

The messianic figure of rap and can’t nobody stop 'em

K-Rino could be an unclosed bottle you couldn’t top me

I execrate ya throat and leave my opponents with asthma

Forget money, let’s battle for organs and blood plasma

It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time

Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line

It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine

Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9