Lyrics Intro Flow - K Rino

Intro Flow

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Hollywood
You’re getting ready to see life how we live it, like we see it
This was from the bottom, Houston, Texas
From the hood to your hood
Pimps, hustlers, money getters, ex-cons and cons
It’s real, it’s real out here
The other day I discovered I wasn’t born from my mother
My daddy strapped up but somehow I developed inside the rubber
Word patterns, I’m holding a uncountable assortment
The first man to put a body inside of a glove compartment
My delivery sticks you with hair-trigger calligraphy wizardry
The flu left my body ‘cause it was sick of me
Challengers don’t wanna hear what I wrote
So get a punchline, I drop rappers by clearing my throat
My pen is messed up, it need to be fixed
It’s been used more times than food stamps by project chicks
Them weak documents you wrote boy, don’t ever submit ‘em
Rappers that died years ago is still afraid I’ma get ‘em
You think you deep, boy?
You couldn’t read my mind
If I took some paper and wrote M-y M-i-n-d on each line
Pass me the mic and in twenty minutes time
I’ll beat more raps than Michael Jackson and OJ Simpson combined I hate your
freestyle, I wanna pop ya with lead
The only flow you’ll have is blood off the top of your head
Imagine yourself bludgeoned with a car fender
You’ll get drunk inside my sixteen bars ‘cause I’m the bartender
Any phrase you blaze I’m wrecking that
I drop ten too many verses on a 25 second track
They fall while I might check in the beats
Like a car in a collision, you’ll get wrecked in the streets
Take five fingers, fold ‘em and get a fist
Or take one index, squeeze the whole clip
Anything harder than this, name the price on it
You can bet the wager with your money or your life on it
I put my stripes on it, any nigga try and test
Put him on blast like a man tryna wear a dress
Told AC day one I’m a factor
I’m bringing MO City and a bunch of bad actors
Two Ks pointed backwards, but G Rap
We military minded getting money in the trap
B-1 certified OG
And we riding with the three and the SPC
They like, «Yo, man, who is it?»
The Spokesman and The Wizard
Spitting flows as cold as North Pole and in a blizzard
It’s time for Young C-l-i-n-t, the Spokesman
Got rhymes I’m ready to push like a shaken up Coke can
My music abuses fools who choose to commit the truest
Don’t want any of you to confuse the reason I do this
It’s sixty percent for the love, ten percent for the change
And the other forty percent is for exercising my brain
Leave competitors in hospitals feasting on IVs
What drives me is to know that you niggas don’t like me
You think you can fuck with my rhyme, huh, wanna bet
‘cause I done survived two tracks with The Wizard and ain’t got murdered yet
It’s that chick you niggas love to be with, hate to compete with
Word on the streets these hoes claiming they got beef with
The same bitch when I spit I’m making niggas stumble
‘cause when I step upon the mic, embrace yourselves, hear me rumble
You crumble at the sound of my name
I got these niggas flipping like an acrobat and fiending my flows like ‘caine
Now it’s a shame when I got in this game
You cats underestimated me, now the coldest ni**as in pain
I’m raping their fame, start shit, bitch, better guard your frame
You’re insecure with your career?
Shit, then dodge the game
Beware Ms. Trigga ain’t no bitch in my veins
I’m down for whatever, it’s clever whether I’m addicted to pain
Ayyyy, what?
It’s Infamous Black
A small introduction to the future of rap
A downfall for thirty days and the sound hard facts
Of my pain and my blood, I laid it all to the track, ‘kay
And K say, «Man, you got my back?»
Most definitely, you remember that «Mo' Gangsta» track?
When we rode on them busters, we ain’t cut ‘em no slack
Matter fact we doubled back with a max for the stacks
Give me that, it’s probably best that you save your
‘cause when they tied up the gimmicks, your shit sit on the shelf
We keep it moving, nigga, from right to left
Plus we here to kick knowledge like cousin Jeff
So when you see me on the streets, nigga, check yourself
Bow and pay homage to one of the best, nigga