K-Rino - The Barbarian lyrics

We ain't went nowhere
When I say we, when I say we
I'm talking about the lyricist
All around the world, man
We ain't went nowhere
They keep saying don't nobody be
Spitting hard no more
I can name a million of 'em
Down South, East Coast, West Coast, Midwest
The UK
All over the world boys still ripping up mics
Don't let all this bubblegum
Rap make you believe
That skills don't rule the world still

I remain dominant under the
God’s same providence
Laying in flames I gain top
Levels of pain tolerance
Brain’s popping from mass
Jugular vein blockages lots of the people I
Kidnap wanna remain hostages
Humans in boxes in my lobby
And packaged beside me immune to toxins
I could probably do crack as a hobby
Mad cause I be hard to defeat
Should’ve practiced karate
When his blood saw it was me
It went back in his body
His style is rented
I wallow and follow y'all at a mile a minute
Ridin’ inside a copter with no pilot in it
I’ve been the deepest elitist MC
Compete with unthinkable speed and three
Illegal secretive breathing techniques
I’m sweeping those who would be opposed
My seed’ll make the fetus grow a half
A foot every week with no GMOs
Predisposed to be a pro
At three years old I was even cold
Tougher than getting a zebra
To wear people clothes
He was bragging and reenacting
His evil tactics
I creeped in fast and I beat
His ass with an Easter basket
Killer for hire now you under artillery fire
My umbilical cord was an auxiliary wire
The only time I’m in my happy place
Is when I’m in a rapper’s face
Sledgehammering ankles like I’m Kathy Bates
Matters if the cops is around
Spot you in town
You ass out like a hospital gown
Like Kurt Vonnegut
Written work I got a ton of it
A speeding car, i’m on the front of it
Like a 6-foot hood ornament
I serve trouble, thousands of birds huddle
Swerving as I show down dark
Streets doing a word puzzle
I'ma shank till he chokes and he faints
Like a teller getting robbery
Notes in the bank, you hope it’s a prank
My complete procedure freezes ether
Then defeats your leader
You won’t heed it either till I bleed and
Beat ya and Saint Peter greets ya
It’s hard to get out of
My powers like flaming houses
Murder falling out of the clouds
'cause it’s raining couches
Mechanically designed to think straight
With a backwards mind
So much pH in my bars I call 'em alkalines