K-Rino

K-Rino - Flow Session Number 1 lyrics

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Ha, Ha, HA, HA!

Welcome (uh)

To Flow Session Number 1

To Flow Session Number 1

C'mon

Uh, to Flow Session Number 1

To Flow Session Number 1

K-Rino, K-Rino, K-Rino

K-Rino, K-Rino

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<i>[Rapping:]</i>

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 terrace

Black pen, white paper that's interracial marriage (woo)

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

When I'm done the stage look like the prodosection

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

My words fuck ya head up like a drunk barber (yeah)

I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply

I'm out-manning you like Peyton or Eli (fosho)

You say I'm trash but you steady try'na copy me

You full of shit like a basket at a shopping spree

I want cash so pay me on how my skill rates (skill rates)

Picture my foot in ya ass for twenty years straight

They say I'm heavenly

Cause I gave new light 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 stuffin lose (yeah)

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

?Thighs? super sick solid as the earth itself (indeed)

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

Flow Session Number 1

See my words got the white Howard jumping Power

The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour

On trial for cutting seven rappers wrists off

No I didn't plead insanity I pleaded pissed off

You stole my style you gotta alot 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 can't seem to make they minds up

I'll throw 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 cars engine light

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

I make rappers move around like foster kids

Feel me homie I'm sick of all this rhetoric (rhetoric)

My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick (uh)

Everybody wanna get mad and grab a heaters

Im adding money by the minute like cab meters

I'm a forced to be reckoned with

Up to no good like a reverend's child watching a naked flick

Ya see my words manage to cause nerve damage

Intelligent but still ghetto as a serve sandwich

I exfoliate; you can't hold your weight

I heard you rap and took a fence(offence) like I stole a gate

My ideology see em in my zone jabber (Bing)

You should 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?

Flow Session Number 1

He said he warn to be mashed up that bastard lying

I'm primed up to pass you because you past ya prime

Women or men if you come forward try'na win

I make you reverse like saying the same rhyme again

My flow grievous it's like a defense with a clone of derrell revis

Coverin each of your receivers (woo)

Who could ever ask for more?

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

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

But me I tha, ca... man I messed up (that's aight)

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 waiting 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 try'na get revenue while you capping

You can turn the beat off sniper I'm through rapping

Thanks to TREACH for correcting these lyrics

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