K-Rino - Raising the Bars lyrics

Bars on top of bars
Yeah, turn me up just a little bit, the beat
Yeah

I’m telling you that I
Patrol this emceeing zone
I get it popping like nappy
Hair when it’s being combed
You straight fooling
Your G status it ain’t proven
Should have named your CD dead
Body ‘cause it ain’t moving
I can put my bread up
But who gon’ cover yours?
Career going up in flames like a hoverboard
Spar you without a scar
Skilled in the art of war
I go from zero to sixty
Before I start the car
You can’t give it to the rap
Game the way they needing
You don’t belong like a six
Pack at an AA meeting
Fake reputation breaker, big money raker
My song’s folder is thicker
Than two Sunday papers
Snake chumps get busted like a face bump
Straight dump because you faker
Than a lace front
I’m on fire and well seasoned like jambalaya
I’ll make a scene at Burger King
Get your mama fired
Your shows are empty yet you
Still talking hard and loud
You could be a sketch artist
And couldn’t draw a crowd
Told ‘em you holding the top spots
You liar trick you ain’t gon' ever be number
One like a side chick
Rest in peace to your career
Every one of y’all
I’ll put you on a t-shirt like I was Underdog
I hate to change the subject
But something I want share:
I ain't gon’ lie your
Woman’s hair need Obamacare
My intellect and work ethic makes K a winner
You keep talking and I'ma snap
Like I’m playing center
I’m pretty friendly but don’t take
It for granted and slip
If my CD ever scratched
The whole planet’ll skip
I might sit down and write
‘cause I’m the truth kid
Or maybe come off of the
Head like a loose wig
The abolition, the tactical practitioner
Fixing to lose my cool like
A broken air conditioner
I keep climbing that’s why my
Skill’s better than theirs
You couldn’t reach another level
If you walked upstairs
While you keep harassing me
I’m tryna concentrate, the beat is on
Act like you working at a
Bank and leave me alone
You tryna put me in a verbal diss
You bout to mess up bad like a heart
Surgeon with hiccups and a nervous twitch
You bring these common fools, you gonna lose
See I’m that dude that where
I’m at these dumb
Rappers hate to be there like summer school
Revenge is sweet and I was born raw
He walked into his door and saw me pissed
Off with his grandpa in an arm bar
Not many who go to war with me have gone far
I’ll open you up from a distance like OnStar
You’re just a liar with a pointy nose
Your flows used to belong to other
Folks like Salvation Army clothes
See me team is strongly represented
I’ll make your eyes scream like Visine
With cayenne pepper in it
K-Rino the great flowing self made poet
My music’s so dope that a
Klepto even paid for it
Now you’re conspiring to wipe me out entirely
But, I’m so fire that your
Ghostwriter tried to hire me
I’m laying in the cut, waiting for my rival
G kicked everyone off the planet ‘cause
I like my privacy
Play me on your car radio every strong line
And like powder I’ll be in
Your system a long time
I’ll call you on the phone and explain stuff
But, if I put you on hold for
A week you better not hang up
I grab you by your
Neck aggressive and vicious
And keep sliding you like I’m holding
A phone going through pictures