[K-Rino]
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
(Chorus)
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
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
(Chorus)
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
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