K-Rino - Make A Move lyrics

I’m the keeper of the chamber
MCs confronted with danger
I increase the pain by magnifying
600 levels of anger
What was he that would choose me?
Comprehend a thousand trigonometry equations
Couldn’t confuse me
Student said, "Teacher, teach me the skills"
I show him
Taught him my powers, then he challenged me
So I blowed him
Not into criming ‘cause rhyming
Is a clever racket i love my Black Book like
Fonzy love that leather jacket
Don’t wanna battle one MC
I’d have took on three
I’m so intelligent I got phonics hooked on me
Extracurricular vernacular reign supreme
The hieroglyphic scientifical sorcerer king
When K-Rino is in the zone, I do what I like
I might just quit for seven years


And come back like Mike
Better than ever with new styles
That have never been done
Verses directly from the year 3001

So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

Yo, I got your head in the guillotine
Whip the mic across his neck in
This rough radical rhyme scene
My words are poison
My thoughts nonconsumable
Pass the Gun save the Roses for his funeral
You wanna test me on that mic
You can sing a rap but, if you step up to me
Wrong you better bring a strap
MCs run up on the ground and
Kick a rap I hate
So I state vocals to make bodies evaporate
You're weak as water
That's why I'm blowing you out
Water’s H2O but for you we’ll take the 2 out
Travel to the deepest of the
Infinite chambers of skill
Laid in a pool of piranha
Just to test my will
He had to get some backup
For the rhymes I shot
Came back with thirty MCs
I laughed and said, "That’s all you got?"
Boy if you cross me
I promise I’m coming to see ya
Float like a butterfly but
Sting like gonorrhoea
When I’m writing I picture rage
Thoughts take action
It’s so agg that the words jump off the page
Be rapper microphone magician and
Heed the fist
Who have I, bitch? You got three hours
I’ll read the list

So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

Don’t make a move, if you do bring your gun
Me know them have to shoot me
‘cause them scared one on one
Me float like a spirit through
The park in the night
Then lock down them haters with
The verse that me write

I’m tired of playing with these
Suckers on that mic, i’m ready to hurt
And start to slaying all these brothers I
Don’t like by putting in work
You got one more thing to say
About my skills before I stress
Or this tongue gon’ sing today and bust
A hole up in his chest
See I try to be cool with wack
MCs but still they play me though
Now I gotta be cruel then show
Them they can’t step to K-Rino
If we spit some
I fold 'em 'cause my vocal blast don’t bluff
Wanna get some? Don’t hold them
Let him run his ass on up
I’m so real on that mic I don’t need to pack
Calgon took him away but I
Snatched his ass right back
MCs, y’all ain’t on that level
To bang with me
Boy, you could be my nuts and
You still couldn’t hang with me
‘Cause, I got the skills them
Sucker punks I’m housing
I got brothers by the hundreds
Murder weapons by the thousands
Plus I’m deeper than any rapper
In the Solar System hands I smould him with
Blame it on the brass knucks
I swoll’ them with ‘Cause err
If you jump you’ll land in this world and die
Like all the suckers that I
Crack that sterling high
So let’s square off like some gunslingers
But, I’m so quick I pull my gun turn
Around and snatch your gun with one finger

So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you
Feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest