Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel My Flow, artist - K Rino. Album song No Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Feel My Flow |
| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know |
| Them fools should have let me go |
| So now they gots to feel my flow |
| K-Rino, K-Rino |
| My motives are magnetic, let 'em affect their cerebellum |
| Persecutors suffer the verses impact before I spit 'em |
| Radioactively contaminate MCs saying they cracked us |
| Shift rhymes and reverse click and say 'em backwards |
| I punish a faker for years before I let up |
| The referee could count for 2 months, he ain’t gonna get up |
| I’m trained well, my every brain cell contains Hell |
| Flames dwell inside of my cranium, hear my name bell |
| Kill a verb known to recite irresistible words |
| By day I’m K-Rino, by night an invisible bird |
| Incredible artistic rap scientifical mission |
| Displaying futuristic x-ray peripheral vision |
| Yet blindly searching for styles to undermine me |
| Plant lyrics in the ground, add water and grow a rhyme tree |
| Nerves split unauthorized verse reading forbidden |
| Witness the folder where the ancient rap secrets are hidden |
| My Black Book details accounts of the collars I bruised |
| Poetic scriptural arrangement left scholars confused |
| Unsolved mysteries so average lyricists doubt me |
| If I can’t think my book will create the rhymes without me |
| Styles like punches so let’s step in a ring and quote 'em |
| My battles large enough to let Don King promote 'em |
| Rapped in my past life, made coroners miss it |
| Dug the casket up a week later, my body was missing |
| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know |
| Them fools should have let me go |
| So now they gots to feel my flow |
| K-Rino, K-Rino |
| Rapidly my knowledge reaching new planes |
| Doctors x-rayed my skull and discovered that I had 2 brains |
| Respect the man checking in wrecking land |
| Imagine murder millenniums within a 5-second span |
| I yell out through my full reign and strike slaying |
| You sell out like a Bull’s game with Mike playing |
| They blowing taps when I start the creation of raps |
| Victims are crushed by extreme gravitation collapse |
| I see the flatline, I hear no responses and flee |
| Rhyme sleeping gas, everybody unconscious but me |
| I deciphered astrological rhyme codes |
| The main subject of deep experimental mind probes, yo |
| Words like brass knuckles left that head knotted |
| Waking up at night to catch my Black Book floating over my body |
| My verses hypnotize 'em, MCs be laying down |
| Screamin like they fallin off a building but they on the ground |
| Talented battlists, professor game shower, the main flower |
| My rhymes melted opponents like a flame thrower |
| Breathing the fire on the mic vocals burning the stage |
| Lyrical genius reading books without turning the page |
| Convert to ghost form, the agg ways seem to worsen |
| Saying my name on Tuesday makes me appear in person |
| Wrote it and flowed it, activate greater vocal aerobics |
| Scanning your microscopic brain got me claustrophobic |
| Pillage your rep, never step where the pressure was kept |
| Telescope placed in my conscious to measure the depth |
| You want to kill me that’s cool I know it’s true |
| But when you do I’m coming back as a bullet to murder you |
| Oh I, I think I betta let y’all know |
| Them fools should have let me go |
| So now they gots to feel my flow |
| K-Rino, K-Rino |