Crucified K-Rino

[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah, one time for ya mind
They tryna hang ya boy from a cross in this rap game
I got nails in my wrist

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Now it's time for me to say goodbye to you
Forget a drive-by, I get inside a car and drive through you
You can live across the water, I ain't tripping I'll fly to you
Incoherent, you don't know if you dead or alive do you?
Whoever said I wasn't one of the coldest lyricist, screw you
Whatever the so-called greatest can do fool, I can do too
Most great lyricists are real repetitions, that's too true
Rap the same way on every song, every album, that's boo-boo
I'm a lyrically scientific philosophical guru
A master lyricist with the spirit to Shaka Zulu
I don't fly over your head on every paragraph to woo you
I rather consistently conceptualize and relate to you
Don't sweat these fake critics that speak on you like they knew you
Don't let nobody dictate your style, young homie do you
The same fool that's rapping about running the bullet through you
Is a {?] ballerina wearing a florescent pink tutu
While you stealing ideas and got people wanting to sue you
We was with you girl in the motel room, running a choo-choo
And she ain't tryna leave till every member of my crew through
And all these years you thought she was sweet, innocent who knew?
To try to pick one best rapper is stupid to attempt do to
Like a fool who stepping in shit, putting they foot inside a new shoe
You was mentally stagnant and your audience outgrew you
I paid a hundred bucks just to come to your show just to boo you