K-Rino - When It's Time lyrics
[K-Rino - When It's Time lyrics]
Say man, think you can out-speak us?
I'll tape your mouth shut and make you keep
On throwing up until your cheeks bust
My pinnacle is where no men will go
My wins count twice bro, so
After my fifth battle, i was 10 and 0
I'll blow your chest away
Lowers is where is best to lay
I did everything on your
Career resume yesterday
Better call some help but by
The time they come
You'll be ate up like a baseball
Team leading 9 to 1
You never made a mixtape so stop bluffing
In the rap game you're like Larry
Fitzgerald cuz you don't drop nothing
Your chance to ever win will hit a dead-end
Soon as I put the thread in
Instant rigor mortis begins to set in
You contemplating dissing? Better
Back off man the only thing stronger then my
Flow is your jack-off hand
His mama told him if he lose
He better not come back in that fence
That was five years ago
This fool ain't seen his mama since
When it's time to rhyme
I don't say nuttin' I just duck
Words pumping from my throat
Executing rappers who bonk
When it's time to rhyme
Some start ripping and others fold
I'm leaving emcees locked in
A verbal submission hold
When it's time to rhyme
Suckers get nervous and try to walk
Cuz they specialize in a buncha studio talk
When it's time to rhyme
Bars hang their mics on the shelf
It's only two types of rappers
Me and everybody else
That verse you said about me
You gon' pay for that
Apologizing ass like your grandma
Getting breast implants, too late for that
So you a constant reenactment of slackness
You gotta practice just to work
Your way up to wackness
I'm blowing skin patches off
Rappers and gon' savage
You become a statistic like
An athlete scoring average
I'll should smack you just
For trying that bull
He so dumb he tried to leave me a
Voicemail to tell me mine was full
To me it seems like you
Haven't been rehearsing in awhile
I'll reverse this frown on my face
And curse you with a smile
I don't have to tell the people that
You get worst with every style
Cuz when they hear you as a parent
Like a person with a child
The burden of being this great
You know you can't shoulder it
So like the dot on the lower case side
Trick get over it
Another day, another verse to say
Another flow to spit
Cuz like a pigeon in Alaska
Trick I drop the coldest shit
You on the road to destruction
I'm mapping the course for ya
If you married to the game
Then I'm the divorce lawyer
I'll punch ya wit' UFC fighter beez
Step to me and I'll promise you'll
Get touched more then typewriter keys
Me and you? No comparing us, son
You couldn't be in the same breath as
Me if we was sharing along
And it ain't wise criticizing my skill
That's suicide like an Indy 500 driver
That sleep at the wheel
I reveal coward rappers talking
About they use gun
The only nine you ever touched
Was followed by two ones
My rhyme scheme are out of
Your most exotic dreams
Eternal, while yours go bad like
Month old collard greens
When I step in I'm focused
I spit dragon flame to win
No one remembers losers
By the way what was your name again?
I'm known to buss a lyrical cap
And splat your fragments on the globe
So I'll guess you can say I
Put you on the map
I'll tape your mouth shut and make you keep
On throwing up until your cheeks bust
My pinnacle is where no men will go
My wins count twice bro, so
After my fifth battle, i was 10 and 0
I'll blow your chest away
Lowers is where is best to lay
I did everything on your
Career resume yesterday
Better call some help but by
The time they come
You'll be ate up like a baseball
Team leading 9 to 1
You never made a mixtape so stop bluffing
In the rap game you're like Larry
Fitzgerald cuz you don't drop nothing
Your chance to ever win will hit a dead-end
Soon as I put the thread in
Instant rigor mortis begins to set in
You contemplating dissing? Better
Back off man the only thing stronger then my
Flow is your jack-off hand
His mama told him if he lose
He better not come back in that fence
That was five years ago
This fool ain't seen his mama since
When it's time to rhyme
I don't say nuttin' I just duck
Words pumping from my throat
Executing rappers who bonk
When it's time to rhyme
Some start ripping and others fold
I'm leaving emcees locked in
A verbal submission hold
When it's time to rhyme
Suckers get nervous and try to walk
Cuz they specialize in a buncha studio talk
When it's time to rhyme
Bars hang their mics on the shelf
It's only two types of rappers
Me and everybody else
That verse you said about me
You gon' pay for that
Apologizing ass like your grandma
Getting breast implants, too late for that
So you a constant reenactment of slackness
You gotta practice just to work
Your way up to wackness
I'm blowing skin patches off
Rappers and gon' savage
You become a statistic like
An athlete scoring average
I'll should smack you just
For trying that bull
He so dumb he tried to leave me a
Voicemail to tell me mine was full
To me it seems like you
Haven't been rehearsing in awhile
I'll reverse this frown on my face
And curse you with a smile
I don't have to tell the people that
You get worst with every style
Cuz when they hear you as a parent
Like a person with a child
The burden of being this great
You know you can't shoulder it
So like the dot on the lower case side
Trick get over it
Another day, another verse to say
Another flow to spit
Cuz like a pigeon in Alaska
Trick I drop the coldest shit
You on the road to destruction
I'm mapping the course for ya
If you married to the game
Then I'm the divorce lawyer
I'll punch ya wit' UFC fighter beez
Step to me and I'll promise you'll
Get touched more then typewriter keys
Me and you? No comparing us, son
You couldn't be in the same breath as
Me if we was sharing along
And it ain't wise criticizing my skill
That's suicide like an Indy 500 driver
That sleep at the wheel
I reveal coward rappers talking
About they use gun
The only nine you ever touched
Was followed by two ones
My rhyme scheme are out of
Your most exotic dreams
Eternal, while yours go bad like
Month old collard greens
When I step in I'm focused
I spit dragon flame to win
No one remembers losers
By the way what was your name again?
I'm known to buss a lyrical cap
And splat your fragments on the globe
So I'll guess you can say I
Put you on the map