And It Goes Like - K Rino

And it goes like, yeah yeah, come on, come on

And it goes like

Let’s have some fun

Watch him

I run up on the stage with urgency

And let my sack hang like skin after a bypass surgery

My arsenal is not accessible

You hate to see me like a fella picking his nose in the car next to you

I’m old school down to the bone

I still hit the booth and read my lines off the paper, not from the phone

I’m not tryna say that your way is wrong

But if somehow your cell crash or it lock up, your lyrics is gone

It’s well known, can’t trick me with them lies, please save it, mane

Before I make your face vanish like I’m David Blaine

What kind of locs you got on, K?

Them say they lame

Sound like the stuff you wrote came out a newborn baby’s brain

Better hope I show mercy on your ratchet soul

I’m so cold I snatch the donut and kidnap the hole

I make you feel the impact of the blast

Now you’re salty like the top part of a daiquiri glass

I might bust your gut open and tell you what you ate for dinner

You made a bad transformation like Caitlyn Jenner

You anywhere close to K-Rino, trick please

Ripping MCs, beat knocking like Kenny Smith’s knees

If we jump you, nobody better try and help

So versatile I do a clique song by myself

I’m acting like I don’t hear ya ‘cause I don’t speak to haters

But make me mad, I beat your ass with a sweet potato

When I win, ain’t no friends, I’ma brag instead

And rub it in like cocoa butter on ashy legs

Dinnertime, no beef just pass the bread

I got hair growing inside my head, backwards dreads

Mine against yours, my verse’ll prevail

‘Cause I’ma beat ya to the punch like I was thirsty as hell

Yeah you could of been a legend, you was live in the street

But you peaked early like cheating at hide-and-go-seek

When I pop off, fans on your bandwagon hopped off

Rappers have lost touch like their fingers was chopped off

Quiet as kept, I’ma ghost him when he step

I’m ‘bout to lose it like a team down by 20 with a minute left

Shooting slugs at K ain’t smart, cuz

Like having a baby-mama that’s a child support judge

You wanna act like you standing in knowledge knee-deep

You a fake scholar, you don’t study, you just retweet

Gotta talk straight in case he don’t take hints

Created clever statements until confusion made sense

I’m the true leader;

perfect—I don’t need a proofreader

‘Cause I’m tight like ya mama squeezed in a two-seater

Try to jump fly with me, I’ma stand up and jump flier

You gon' see more foul play than an umpire

I work the late shift when I get the pad and write

I’m not a morning person so like that singer, I’m Gladys Knight

You kept talking and I told ya you should have stopped then

Now you in this mess and can’t get out like you was blocked in

You thought I wouldn’t show, now your face is looking twisted

‘Cause I’ma smoke you all day like I was cooking brisket

I hear your lines and can’t believe that you said this

Sound like you bought ‘em from a teenager on Craigslist

Listening to you, it’s obvious that you fraud as hell

Like dudes who snitch on a regular, it ain’t hard to tell

Row for weeks, I’ma a beast with a spoken piece

I’ma ruin you for life like a broken lease

You just an actor, y’all posing like you really hustle

Thought your name with Dave ‘cause all I ever see you with is Buster’s

And it goes like, yeah

And we gon' fade out

Let’s fade out

Ha ha