| Your whereabouts will remain confidential like pass-codes
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| Your body’ll be harder to find than Black players on the Astros
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| My motto is if they want war blast em
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| Your on the mic hollering and lying just like a fake orgasm
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| People stand before me try’na define my storyline
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| The hurricane rhyme I designed was a category 9
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| What K-Rino talk it’s like I’m a sprint you a slow walk
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| Me losing can’t be done like a bald man try’na grow a Mohawk
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| My flow is kinda like jacking off and that might seem odd
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| Cause in order for you to beat it (what) you gotta be hard
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| I’m that hovering crook, killing fools with a smothering look
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| I go outside the lines like a blind man with a colouring book
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| My vocal cords are contained, the picture frame in a hall-of-fame flaming
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| My new name is sequence because my styles keep changing
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| Come off the mic, you ain’t holding that too right
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| You got the crowd sleep like a child at twelve-thirty on a school night
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| If words can kill, I be driven to see
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| My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
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| If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
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| Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
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| Am I the roughest you ever heard, well there’s no need to wondering
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| I raised the bar so high that a airplane can fly up under it
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| You can’t shake us, fakers hoping they break us
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| But I’m pulling more cards than a poker playing in Vegas
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| You standing calm, cool, collected, but you soon to be nervous
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| Weak rappers get done for hours like community service
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| You exaggerate your win rate, so get’cha lies straight
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| I’m ten times tighter than Yao Ming’s foot in a size eight
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| Listen (uh) you know I’m stalking so you wonder where K went
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| Me reckon you is overdue just like your light bill payment
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| I spit on individuals, chances you got’s little
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| They’ll be calling the ambulance to rush you thoughts to the hospital
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| He didn’t even have to face these skills (why)
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| Cause he got executed by the ghost of AC Chill
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| I’m a rip you with this verse and when I finished the story
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| You goin run off the stage crying like a baby mama on Maury
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| If words can kill, I be driven to see
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| My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
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| If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
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| Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
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| K-Rino's the brain cell repopulater
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| And my mind contains more lines than a telephone operator
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| I grab a glass (to what) purpose a toast to ya
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| And mentally murder the family member that means the most to ya
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| I think on the level that only can be comprehended on alien nations
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| I’m murdering rappers with telekinetic paralysis thought penetration
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| Blast my enemy, out of the vicinity
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| Mentally superior energy rhyme chemistry
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| Too many want to be in proximity
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| But no sir, feminine flows are no kin of me
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| Whoo I got juice in me, but I ain’t young as I used to be
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| I shoot words (?) emcee Bruce Lee
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| Scientists trying to reproduce me
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| I make emcees choke, (a few see?) if I burn I’d use cables to boost me
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| I schedule your burial with ease and burn ya like a venereal disease
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| If words can kill, I be driven to see
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| My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
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| If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
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| Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
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| Dope-E is a lyrical assassin
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| K-Rino me I’m a lyrical assassin
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| Klondike Kat is a lyrical assassin
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| Tela Roc is a lyrical assassin
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| Rob Fellaney is a lyrical assassin
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| Justice is a lyrical assassin
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| Texas Tech is a lyrical assassin
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| Point Blank is a lyrical assassin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If Words Could Kill , by - K Rino. Song from the album Live in Australia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп