Ricco Barrino - Flow Session Number 5 (Track 5 on The Maven ) lyrics

Your first mistake was coming
Into my flow zone
You got it wrong like skinny
Dipping with clothes on
Any time I get the chance to spit non stop
I'm happy as a crackhead alone
Inside a pawn shop you got a whole lot of
Songs and some silly bars
They like your children
You claim 'em but they ain't really yours
Before you even rehab, I'll make you relapse
And dope slap your Adam's apple
Down into your kneecaps wreckin' the game
I'm that vein in your neck lancer
Disrespect, you getting checked like
A correct dancer
Close my eyes and grew three
Times the size of you
I'm so surprisingly wise even
My lies are true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You never see it like a
Rolex at a dollar store
A lot of dough in my pocket
Plus the urge to spend it
Hands behind my back writing
87 words a minute
My wordplay inside your brain
It won't work, i'm sorry
That's like a X-Box game
Inside the first Atari
How many battles did I lose? I'll
Be the first to laugh
That's like asking how many sides
Does a circle have
I go Fed 'cause I'm tryna
Make some real bread with no meds
I get it popping like a pillhead
To make a move to knock K-Rino from the top
Is dumb like tryna use a
Kleenex to block a gunshot
My tongue's a knife
So look out for your spleen
'Cause I'ma make a cut like I
Tried out for the team, fool
You do the same routine, ain't no best parts
I hate looking at it like
Their girlfriend's stretch marks
My raw essence impeccable, way past average
That's why my battles end faster
Than a bad marriage i'm a miracle child
That's what they told my mother
I'm a year and a half
Older than my older brother
Such a problem in the game
They kept me left out
A scared rapper hired me to take myself out
Somebody said I was an artificial MC
They got their information R-O-N-G
My neighborhood ain't a place
You wanna visit often
You 35, buying jeans from the kids department
It'll be a cold day in Hell when I fail
I stand behind these bars like
I was in a cell no mirrors in my house
I don't wanna face myself
I'm messing the game up
Like a replacement ref
At the top of the list is where my head ranks
I'm so great I slapped a rapper and he said
"Thanks" you wanna work with me
Cool I won't be long with ya
Commit suicide
Then I'll make a song with ya
I set a trap because you
Thought you was deceiving K
He took the bait like Skip
Bayless and Stephen A needless to say
I don't play the way these dudes play
My show's be packed like Popeyes on Tuesday
No conversation, no fake threats
Just simply boom
I get standing ovations inside an empty room
How you got matched up with me
I don't know how at all
That ain't fair like Oprah
Winning the Powerball
You said I'd never be the
Greatest with a pen, g
Can't say the word never without having envy
Lied and said you had a deal
Wanted congratulations
That ain't no contract
That's a Kroger application
You say you ballin' like
LeBron now I'm smiling
'Cause you gots no rings like
A phone on silent
Or even vibrate with 25 folks dialing
And I wouldn't touch your girl if
We were stranded on an island
Why am I great? 'Cause I
Practice and study the game
Said he wanted his mind read
So I bloodied his brain
No time for these cowards
It's not enough hours in a day
So I squeeze days into an hour
My life's scripture
I reveal it then go backwards with ya
Old on my before
Shot a baby on my after picture
I'm too intelligent
I'll mash you into gelatin
You'll never be tight like
Spandex on a skeleton
I got 'em scared when I show
Up they gon' run or beg
Rappers split faster than skinny jeans
On your mama's leg
I'm acapella killing after the track
Against me you have no wind
Like an asthma attack
They complain 'cause my flow murders
Are kept on tape
Every line I made 'em whine
Like stepped on grapes
Most artists say that they're great but they
Don't want no part of K no I'm not Tim
But I'm fiending to take your heart away
Let's go to war today
I'ma have you hell bound i'm not alone
I got back up like I fell down
Not to be arrogant but
This ain't no comparison
Record labels don't wanna sign
Us like Claritin
I'm so emphatically talented
It's embarrassing
And with these punchlines I'm the
Man son like Marilyn
Stop my grind? Boy, you out of your mind
I'm getting my weight up like
I left somebody behind
I don't started up but I
Never run from any drama
Burn your arm with a hot
Iron like Penny's mama
I'ma come through when it's crunch
Time with clever flows
You like a 24 hour store, you never close
The deal
You don't write because you a biting faker
You don't have no lines
You like typing paper
If you diss me and start
Tellin' them strong lies
(What?) You better take it back
Like it's the wrong size
Rappers hate when they hear
My album finna drop
I'm bussing every day like my
Car was in the shop stop lying on the mic
About your perfect sound
Everything you say is made up
Like a circus clown