Lyrics Flow Session Number 1 - K Rino

Flow Session Number 1

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Flow Session Number 1
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Flow Session Number 1
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Yeah, I need a rapper I can call out
I’m going all out like hair after a bald spot
I rip skin ain’t no repairing the facial tearrage
Black pen, white paper that’s interracial marriage
I turn rappers to vegetables it ain’t no use flexing
When I’m done the stage look like the produce section
You can’t handle the pressure you need to come harder
My words fuck ya head up like a drunk barber
I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply
I’m out-manning you like Peyton or Eli
You say I’m trash but you steady tryna copy me
You full of shit like a basket at a shopping spree
I want cash so pay me on how my skill rates
Picture my foot in ya ass for twenty years straight
They say I’m heavenly
Cause I gave new life to the game like Viagra did for dudes over seventy
Uh, B.B.I.
rap hustlers with plenty moves
You fake bobbing paying notes on ya tennis shoes
My clever rhymes tear stuffing lose
The only punchline you know about is waiting for a cup of juice
Thighs super sick solid as the earth itself
If sick means great then yo' lyrics are in perfect health
Don’t nobody support you, you can’t be the man
You like a house with no air-condition you need a fan
Flow Session Number 1
See my words got the Dwight Howard jumping Power
The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour
On trial for cutting seven rappers wrist off
No I didn’t plead insanity I pleaded pissed off
You stole my style you gotta a lot of nerve talking
You need to find ya own space like reserved parking
I got some deep stuff to put on ya mind
I call you out like a Hooper with his foot on the line
You ain’t never been squat so you dissing my joint
Like a hand with no fingers fool you missing the point
When I come I make 'em hit the gas, lyrically I’m quick to blast
You can say 'hello' and smile and I might kick ya ass
These fly rappers they can’t seem to make ya minds up
I’ll blow ya watch in the sky that mean ya time’s up
I love ya girlfriend every time I spend the night
It’s always on like a used car’s engine light
I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig
I make rappers move around like foster kids
Feel me homey I’m sick of all this rhetoric
My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick
Everybody wanna get mad and grab heaters
I’m adding money by the minute like cab meters
I’m a force to be reckoned with
Up to no good like a reverend’s child watching a nekkid flick
Ya see my words manage to cause nerve damage
Intelligent but still ghetto as a syrup sandwich
I exfoliate;
you can’t hold your weight
I heard ya rapping, took offence like I stole a gate
My ideology: see 'em in my zone, jab 'em
You shouldn’t be allowed to featured on ya own album
If ya got a heater dude you better load it fast
How the hell you a thug taking aerobics class?
(Flow Session Number 1)
He said he warn to be mashed up that bastard lying
I’m primed up to past you because you past ya prime
Women of men if you come forward tryna win
I make you reverse like saying the same rhyme again
My flow grievous it’s like a defense with a clone of Darrelle Revis
Covering each of your receivers (woo)
Who could ever ask for more?
I fast-forward past the ward just to make the aftermath come before
See you like to dress up and show up with ya hair all pressed up
But me I the, ca… man I messed up
But then I came back on the same track
Blow ya mind you can’t even wonder where your brain’s at
Hit the conversation
I vacation in the same cage as eight bears waking from hibernation
Concrete feet in the water, chances of beating me
Are slimmer than a crack head with an eating disorder
I’m taking the game over I’m in large in my zone
Plus I’m building bars up like I was charging my phone
Man I’m out here tryna get revenue while you capping
You can turn the beat off Sniper I’m through rapping