Ooh wee
Mommy, I wanna be like him when I grow up
[Hook]
I came back to flame that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
Brain’s flat, explain that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
I came back to flame that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
Brain’s flat, explain that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
[Verse 1]
When it comes to true spitters, no human can do better
I spell twenty different words using only two letters
You say that you solid, but can you survive through murder?
I’ll make you take orders from me just like a drive thru worker
My need for busting tracks proceeds up to the max
I’m so hyper that I have to take speed just to relax
I’m not swinging with my fists but I’m hittin’
Sometimes the beat just stops ‘cause it’s even tryna listen to what I’m spittin’, you know
No one can match my working load, every minute a verse explodes
Pen so fertile they tried to put it on birth control
The roaches came out then flamed out
I’ll put twenty thousand lame doubters on house arrest in the same house
I got volumes of unlimited evolving
This version of K-Rino is the most primitive installment
I strike and bruise, you wrong as two right shoes
I slice dudes with fighting tools and that’s usually when I’m in a nice mood
Mommy, I wanna be like him when I grow up
[Hook]
I came back to flame that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
Brain’s flat, explain that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
I came back to flame that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
Brain’s flat, explain that
Playin’ with me is like sleeping on train tracks
[Verse 1]
When it comes to true spitters, no human can do better
I spell twenty different words using only two letters
You say that you solid, but can you survive through murder?
I’ll make you take orders from me just like a drive thru worker
My need for busting tracks proceeds up to the max
I’m so hyper that I have to take speed just to relax
I’m not swinging with my fists but I’m hittin’
Sometimes the beat just stops ‘cause it’s even tryna listen to what I’m spittin’, you know
No one can match my working load, every minute a verse explodes
Pen so fertile they tried to put it on birth control
The roaches came out then flamed out
I’ll put twenty thousand lame doubters on house arrest in the same house
I got volumes of unlimited evolving
This version of K-Rino is the most primitive installment
I strike and bruise, you wrong as two right shoes
I slice dudes with fighting tools and that’s usually when I’m in a nice mood
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