Flow Session Number 1 - K Rino

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Uh, to Flow Session Number 1

Flow Session Number 1

Uh, to Flow Session Number 1

Flow Session Number 1

K-Rino, K-Rino, K-Rino

K-Rino, K-Rino

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Yeah, I need a rapper I can call out

I’m going all out like hair after a bald spot

I rip skin ain’t no repairing the facial tearrage

Black pen, white paper that’s interracial marriage

I turn rappers to vegetables it ain’t no use flexing

When I’m done the stage look like the produce section

You can’t handle the pressure you need to come harder

My words fuck ya head up like a drunk barber

I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply

I’m out-manning you like Peyton or Eli

You say I’m trash but you steady tryna copy me

You full of shit like a basket at a shopping spree

I want cash so pay me on how my skill rates

Picture my foot in ya ass for twenty years straight

They say I’m heavenly

Cause I gave new life to the game like Viagra did for dudes over seventy

Uh, B.B.I.

rap hustlers with plenty moves

You fake bobbing paying notes on ya tennis shoes

My clever rhymes tear stuffing lose

The only punchline you know about is waiting for a cup of juice

Thighs super sick solid as the earth itself

If sick means great then yo' lyrics are in perfect health

Don’t nobody support you, you can’t be the man

You like a house with no air-condition you need a fan

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See my words got the Dwight Howard jumping Power

The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour

On trial for cutting seven rappers wrist off

No I didn’t plead insanity I pleaded pissed off

You stole my style you gotta a lot of nerve talking

You need to find ya own space like reserved parking

I got some deep stuff to put on ya mind

I call you out like a Hooper with his foot on the line

You ain’t never been squat so you dissing my joint

Like a hand with no fingers fool you missing the point

When I come I make 'em hit the gas, lyrically I’m quick to blast

You can say 'hello' and smile and I might kick ya ass

These fly rappers they can’t seem to make ya minds up

I’ll blow ya watch in the sky that mean ya time’s up

I love ya girlfriend every time I spend the night

It’s always on like a used car’s engine light

I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig

I make rappers move around like foster kids

Feel me homey I’m sick of all this rhetoric

My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick

Everybody wanna get mad and grab heaters

I’m adding money by the minute like cab meters

I’m a force to be reckoned with

Up to no good like a reverend’s child watching a nekkid flick

Ya see my words manage to cause nerve damage

Intelligent but still ghetto as a syrup sandwich

I exfoliate;

you can’t hold your weight

I heard ya rapping, took offence like I stole a gate

My ideology: see 'em in my zone, jab 'em

You shouldn’t be allowed to featured on ya own album

If ya got a heater dude you better load it fast

How the hell you a thug taking aerobics class?

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He said he warn to be mashed up that bastard lying

I’m primed up to past you because you past ya prime

Women of men if you come forward tryna win

I make you reverse like saying the same rhyme again

My flow grievous it’s like a defense with a clone of Darrelle Revis

Covering each of your receivers (woo)

Who could ever ask for more?

I fast-forward past the ward just to make the aftermath come before

See you like to dress up and show up with ya hair all pressed up

But me I the, ca… man I messed up

But then I came back on the same track

Blow ya mind you can’t even wonder where your brain’s at

Hit the conversation

I vacation in the same cage as eight bears waking from hibernation

Concrete feet in the water, chances of beating me

Are slimmer than a crack head with an eating disorder

I’m taking the game over I’m in large in my zone

Plus I’m building bars up like I was charging my phone

Man I’m out here tryna get revenue while you capping

You can turn the beat off Sniper I’m through rapping