| There’s no character of my caliber
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| Battle you while my left hand slapping ya
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| While my right hand’s practising playing Galaga
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| I re-channel my stamina
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| I’m plannin' on not using my hands this time
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| And managing to toss you off a banister
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| My work is pristine, the phenomenal earthling
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| Special powers, 85 story towers I’m hurtling
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| K-Rino the undisputed verbal king
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| I’m so mean I bumped you off and still make you clean your own murder scene
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| I don’t wear pickett socks, nor do I drink CÎROC
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| I’d rather creep the block or frequent spots where I can seek knowledge and
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| think a lot
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| My quest for greatness never seems to stop
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| So I sit in your relinquished spot leaking out enough product to sink a yacht
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| If you were smart you’d forfeit before I drop you to the floor quick
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| With bars sharp as the front part of a swordfish
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| Underground or corporate, like Thor I knock you into orbit
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| My heart is black as the plaque in La Brea Tar Pits
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| Let’s relax a minute
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| Breathe for a second
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| Let’s go
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| Sent me back I doubt that
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| How can you out rap a genius who can catch a wild hyena in a mousetrap
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| They look at me and say, «That man mind gone»
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| Crazy like tryna take a selfie with a landline phone
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| One minute I’m laughin', rapping on happy subjects
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| Next minute I’m snapping on your ass in public, flipping out like Gary Douglas
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| I’m not concerned with the facts you’re learning
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| Face you while my back is turning, K can rap longer than black pastor sermon
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| No one can last when a blast occurs
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| Once a year I have the urge to travel the Earth and do a trash rapper purge
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| If I’m not vibing with you, I’ma get you
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| Reach into the frame and smacking people every time they walk by my picture
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| Splitting your head if you don’t listen to what’s said
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| I stand over your bed and drop a transmission on your leg
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| Am I passive? |
| No! |
| K-Rino goes where the assassins go
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| And if I’m the first to blast at your carriage you’ll be the last to know
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| They still anticipating for the fat lady to sing for K
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| But they was taking so long she lost weight, got fine, and now we datin'
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| My grand expanding academics passes every mans limits
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| You can’t win and fire screams when I put my hand in it
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| And I can’t wait to take my turn at ya, right now I’m learning ya
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| Be miles away from home and rearrange my furniture
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| I sleep walk in my fortress and I’ma keep talking regardless
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| I step out at night and leave teeth marks in the darkness
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| Alright, you almost there
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| Let’s go
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| My test, that’ll be magic if he passes
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| I’ll toast the masses with battery acid in our glasses
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| And I would hope to smoke the lie you spoke when I tied the rope
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| And somehow I still be sound asleep when I’m wide awoke
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| The clouds follow me, with undoubted power they shower me
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| I crush and squeeze you hourly 'till your body is powdery
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| I’m air tight and you don’t have your facts quite right
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| I’m passed nice, I can make the same match strike twice
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| I might brake into a sprint and pass by ya
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| So fast that the wind speed will leave you stomach lookin' like a slashed tire
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| The news spread like a grass fire
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| I’m the last guy you wanna try
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| Your corpse will be sung over by a mass choir
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| Dialysis on a vampire
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| I can write inside a cramped dryer
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| Tumbling as the temperature expands higher
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| Y’all sweet as high fructose
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| I boast my vocab can confuse most
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| Like trying to spell the last name of Duke’s coach
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| I overkill you with both fists
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| Make you overdose then empty four clips
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| And then choke you after your throat slit
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| Then poach all y’all
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| You’re still not safe after your spirit floats
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| 'Cause I’ll invoke a dead mobster to do a ghost hit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brain Reaction, artist - K Rino. Album song American Heroes (The Big Seven #5), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп