Smoke K-Rino

[Verse 1]
I pull from the waist then jug my mic through your face
I was spotted in space, challenging light to a race
When my CD drops, my fans cut right to the chase
Too hype to remove the plastic, they just bite through the case
My horrible smoke, you don’t want no part of that revoke
So beyond dope that I could give a heart attack a stroke
My house is a boat full of magic artifacts that float
My starter pack consists of a full almanac of quotes
It’s incumbent of me to cause something to bleed
I keep two hundred and three different mics under my sleeve
Some wonder indeed why I have zero number of seeds
‘Cause I’m yet to find an equally twisted woman to breed
The mic supremist, adjective and noun extremist
Me falling off just means that I would slip down to genius
Among the greatest who did it I’m listed
You wouldn’t make the top five if only you and four other rappers existed

[Hook]
Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke
You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope
Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope
Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat
Boy, I got that smoke, I got that smoke
You ready for ‘em to hang, then I got that rope
Bring it down, young fella, you are not that dope
Don’t make me reach my hand way back and chop that throat