| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know
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| Them fools should have let me go
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| So now they gots to feel my flow
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| K-Rino, K-Rino
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| My motives are magnetic, let 'em affect their cerebellum
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| Persecutors suffer the verses impact before I spit 'em
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| Radioactively contaminate MCs saying they cracked us
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| Shift rhymes and reverse click and say 'em backwards
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| I punish a faker for years before I let up
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| The referee could count for 2 months, he ain’t gonna get up
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| I’m trained well, my every brain cell contains Hell
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| Flames dwell inside of my cranium, hear my name bell
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| Kill a verb known to recite irresistible words
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| By day I’m K-Rino, by night an invisible bird
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| Incredible artistic rap scientifical mission
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| Displaying futuristic x-ray peripheral vision
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| Yet blindly searching for styles to undermine me
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| Plant lyrics in the ground, add water and grow a rhyme tree
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| Nerves split unauthorized verse reading forbidden
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| Witness the folder where the ancient rap secrets are hidden
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| My Black Book details accounts of the collars I bruised
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| Poetic scriptural arrangement left scholars confused
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| Unsolved mysteries so average lyricists doubt me
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| If I can’t think my book will create the rhymes without me
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| Styles like punches so let’s step in a ring and quote 'em
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| My battles large enough to let Don King promote 'em
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| Rapped in my past life, made coroners miss it
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| Dug the casket up a week later, my body was missing
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| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know
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| Them fools should have let me go
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| So now they gots to feel my flow
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| K-Rino, K-Rino
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| Rapidly my knowledge reaching new planes
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| Doctors x-rayed my skull and discovered that I had 2 brains
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| Respect the man checking in wrecking land
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| Imagine murder millenniums within a 5-second span
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| I yell out through my full reign and strike slaying
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| You sell out like a Bull’s game with Mike playing
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| They blowing taps when I start the creation of raps
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| Victims are crushed by extreme gravitation collapse
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| I see the flatline, I hear no responses and flee
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| Rhyme sleeping gas, everybody unconscious but me
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| I deciphered astrological rhyme codes
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| The main subject of deep experimental mind probes, yo
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| Words like brass knuckles left that head knotted
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| Waking up at night to catch my Black Book floating over my body
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| My verses hypnotize 'em, MCs be laying down
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| Screamin like they fallin off a building but they on the ground
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| Talented battlists, professor game shower, the main flower
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| My rhymes melted opponents like a flame thrower
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| Breathing the fire on the mic vocals burning the stage
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| Lyrical genius reading books without turning the page
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| Convert to ghost form, the agg ways seem to worsen
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| Saying my name on Tuesday makes me appear in person
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| Wrote it and flowed it, activate greater vocal aerobics
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| Scanning your microscopic brain got me claustrophobic
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| Pillage your rep, never step where the pressure was kept
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| Telescope placed in my conscious to measure the depth
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| You want to kill me that’s cool I know it’s true
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| But when you do I’m coming back as a bullet to murder you
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| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know
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| Them fools should have let me go
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| So now they gots to feel my flow
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| K-Rino, K-Rino |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feel My Flow , by - K Rino. Song from the album No Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп