K-Rino, K-Water - Blast On Um lyrics

Yeah blast On Um

I heard your album and although
It's far from brilliant
I'ma give you a ten out of a possible million
Beating K-Rino, wassup, who jumping on that?
A damn midget got a better
Chance of dunking on Shaq
These counterfeiters getting slain
By vernacular daily I'm producing more bars
Than a soap manufacturer
Put me on the mic I win wars
Fuck over you like I was having sex with
My wife in apartment upstairs from yours
They goin hunt for you like Red October
I stood on the same side of
The street for five weeks
Cause, I ain't wanna crossover
You say you make hit's, H-I T-S let's see
Put the S in front of the H
That's what it sound like to me


You took a catastrophical L and
It's time to pay up
And I ain't got to dunk I'll
Break the backboard doing a layup
And you don't pay me what you owe me
And I ain't whooping with a switch
I'll beat his ass with the whole tree

Blast On Um forget his wife and his kids
Just verbally execute him for that
Shit that he did and blast on um, uh
Just think homicide
Even after he apologize you
Don't let it slide blast on um, yeah
Before he could blink
I'll poison your mind and make
You sick whenever you think blast on um
Hit 'em with dangerous words
That run for miles cause they contain
A flight range of a bird

We look at you as trash (yeah)
You're an imitation of the rapper who is
Imitating the one-hit wonder from last year
I can't believe that these fools
Done built up the gumption
Your rhymes softer than a
Fool with erectile dysfunction
The last rhyme I heard you say
(wassup) I just couldn't follow it
My stomach cramped up when you said
It because I'm wack-flows intolerant
The truest
Fool you got sliced up and you knew it
Your style is so basic and easy

A caveman wouldn't do it stop lying
Your whole persona's built off part of mine
A bootlegger heard your shit and said "this
Is where I draw the line"
You been trying to analyze me
Like you K's psychiatrist
You must want a foot in yo
Ass like a gay podiatrist
See my rap's a Venus Flytrap, I unfold
And catapult your soul across
The spiritual threshold
Till they know you faker than a dildo
I call you "30 seconds" cause you the
Commercial shit that interrupts the real show

Got damn! Look what you made me do
Muthafucka i told yo ass to
Shut the fuck up and guess what's
Coming to ya! But nah
You wanna open up yo MUTHAFUCKING
MOUTH! So I'ma stick
This pitbull on ya k-Rino where you at?

The only way that you can drop a tight CD
You clown is if you pick one of mine up
And let it fall to the ground
Don't get mad because your
Mind can't follow me
That's like expecting a '92 cellular
To have iPhone technology
Hit you with every deadly word I know
Insert a murder flow
That staggers you worse that
A wino in vertigo
When you step into my zone it gets hot
You in the wrong space like an able-bodied
Person parked in a handicapped spot
Now when I see you
I ain't talking a paint in your lame ass
Like a college student and a fifth grader
We ain't in the same class
Like a young trick in love
I'm turning the game out
The best case scenario is if
You blow your brains out
They call me the paper stacker
With a trunk full of ends
They call you a pain in the ass
Like a punk and a pen
And when K-Rino places you in interrogation
You get took out like bad
Kidneys in transplant patients