You Want Some - K Rino

I had to start packing a shotty

'Cause fools was tryna dub my genetic code and sell bootleg copies of my body

I kick facts over hit tracks

And punch the swoll rapper in the stomach so hard his 6 pack was sitting on his

back

My Coalition makes 'em assume the position

While I rig his expedition to explode when he turns the ignition

The damages I made were permanent

I shattered the Adam’s apple in a battle, they want a steel cage rap tournament,

uh

Inmates use my raps for commissary

Man, I was gonna be a pimp but I ain’t do it 'cause your momma scary

You out here talking like you done did dirt for years

You couldn’t catch a case if someone threw you 24 beers

We’ll come to your city, spit flows with no pity

You made an ass out of yourself that’s why your style is so shitty

Man, I roll with Knoc Gotti and boy we’ll jump you fast

And I ain’t got to be on MTV to punk your ass

I pick my mic up and I smack the hater

Man, I’m slicker than a condom lubricated with curl activator

I got a strong addiction when it comes to cash

It’s hard to take my mind off it like your girlfriend’s ass

My body unhurtable, my words are like bullets, insertable

I’ll chop the top of your mug and make your head a convertible

Feel it, ain’t nobody out-talking me

I got rid of my own mic, now I’m scared to go outside because it’s stalking me

On the microphone I blow minds and spill your brains over

I come out the dome like football fans when the game’s over

I’ve been watched by the Feds because of the content of my flows

But I seen them bobbing their heads in the back of one of my shows

He’ll get sentenced to Hell if in my face he yell

The trick ran away so fast he tore his ACL

You bragging about your money when I’m knowing you act fraud

You couldn’t make paper if you had 90 trees in your back yard

Never tatted my skin, the way I’d do it is insane

I got a tattoo but people can’t see it, it’s on my brain

I go in a zone known as the man that was born drone

Been in the Rap game so long I got a throwback microphone

I start and I end drama, many fled when I read this

I’m capable of beheading MCs that’s already headless

In my last battle, the victim almost died in it

His ambulance was moving 2 miles an hour because I was driving it

When G’s speak of the hardest MCs, they never mention you

Problems I sent to you, you couldn’t hang if I was lynching you

Huh, I left him quartered, he laughed, I laughed harder

His step-daughter was found slaughtered in bloody bath water

Too late, I flip my mind state and elevate the crime rate

I’m taking MCs out just like a blind date

I’m capping you with rapid rounds while I’m out-rapping you

You said you couldn’t feel me, you’ll feel it when I start slapping you