K-Rino - Street Corner Flows lyrics

Uh, huh uh huh, uh man i'm mad, I'm mad uh

I say, people be wondering who the best is
Look at that boy I just battled and then
Go ask him where his chest is
I smash fools 'cause I'm Jurassic
They gon' have to bury your body and
Your ass in two separate caskets
Shock resistant heat starter
A threat to take a bath with plugged
Up electric appliances in the water
My rhymes are like crack, against the law
Young players get took to jail just
For having K inside the car
I make a time machine and blast off
Go to the future
Catch your grandkids rapping and
Bump they ass off
MCs get hooked when I rain on ‘em
These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms
And run a train on 'em
Call me the style metamorphian
Subject to evolve into a
Bionic bullet releasing scorpion
Got to impress you when I'm in the square
If my rhymes ain't rough enough
I might just vanish into thin air
Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino
Keep that mainstream shit
I'm bringing street corner flow
Lyrical manslaughter
No time for game playing
Round after round bucking 'em down
So what you saying?

I kick a thousand with none wack
Understand virgins listen to my words
And get pregnant on contact
Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt
My rhymes like cancel pack and sick
Killer bees eating your stomach out
No matter what city or state
Wreck any rapper breathing
Lose - I got a trick of
Pot of boiling water straight
You either die now or die later
I slap a hater
G and I put that on your old lady vibrator
Got more ingredients than gumbo
You bring them rhymes up in the paint
I bet I swat 'em like Mutumbo
I might inflict lyrics that kill fast
And Ms cleo couldn't predict how many times
These hands gon' touch your ass
No need to call me, I'm the best at this
See all I got to do is scare
People thoughts to check my messages
You could be asleep
I'll still get with you though
I'll take a nap
Meet you in your own dream and
Come and get you hoe

Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino
Keep that mainstream shit
I'm bringing street corner flow
Lyrical manslaughter
No time for game playing
Round after round bucking 'em down
So what you saying?

They can't identify the gifted ace
I fake ‘em out because I wake up
Every morning with a different face
I snatch punks and hit the kill switch
Fuck a picture on a milk carton
They gon' find his ass inside that bitch
It ain't no use for you to try and hide
It's South Park Russian roulette player
Take turns inhaling cyanide
I'm gunning fools down at high noon
My promotion's so strong
I got posters and shit all on the Moon
You wanna run up on a thought spinner
They'll show the highlights of me dogging
These silly rappers on SportsCenter
Roaches be dying from the way I spit
My rhyme's so dangerous you got to wear
A rubber when you play my shit

Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino
Keep that mainstream shit
I'm bringing street corner flow
Lyrical manslaughter
No time for game playing
Round after round bucking 'em down
So what you saying?

Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino
Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino