| Uh-huh uh-huh, uh man
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| I’m mad, I’m mad uh
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| I say, people be wondering who the best is
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| Look at that boy I just battled and then go ask him where his chest is
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| I smash fools 'cause I’m Jurassic
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| They gon' have to bury your body and your ass in two separate caskets
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| Shock resistant heat starter
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| A threat to take a bath with plugged up electric appliances in the water
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| My rhymes are like crack, against the law
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| Young players get took to jail just for having K inside the car
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| I make a time machine and blast off
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| Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they ass off
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| MCs get hooked when I rain on ‘em
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| These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms and run a train on 'em
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| Call me the style metamorphian
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| Subject to evolve into a bionic bullet releasing scorpion
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| Got to impress you when I’m in the square
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| If my rhymes ain’t rough enough, I might just vanish into thin air
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| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino
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| Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow
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| Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing
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| Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?
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| I kick a thousand with none wack
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| Understand virgins listen to my words and get pregnant on contact
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| Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt
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| My rhymes like cancel pack and sick killer bees eating your stomach out
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| No matter what city or state
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| Wreck any rapper breathing, lose — I got a trick of pot of boiling water
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| straight
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| You either die now or die later
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| I slap a hater, G and I put that on your old lady vibrator
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| Got more ingredients than gumbo
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| You bring them rhymes up in the paint, I bet I swat 'em like Mutumbo
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| I might inflict lyrics that kill fast
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| And Ms. Cleo couldn’t predict how many times these hands gon' touch your ass
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| No need to call me, I’m the best at this
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| See all I got to do is scare people thoughts to check my messages
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| You could be asleep, I’ll still get with you though
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| I’ll take a nap, meet you in your own dream and come and get you hoe
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| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino
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| Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow
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| Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing
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| Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?
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| They can’t identify the gifted ace
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| I fake ‘em out because I wake up every morning with a different face
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| I snatch punks and hit the kill switch
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| Fuck a picture on a milk carton, they gon' find his ass inside that bitch
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| It ain’t no use for you to try and hide
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| It’s South Park Russian roulette player, take turns inhaling cyanide
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| I’m gunning fools down at high noon
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| My promotion’s so strong, I got posters and shit all on the Moon
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| You wanna run up on a thought spinner
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| They’ll show the highlights of me dogging these silly rappers on SportsCenter
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| Roaches be dying from the way I spit
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| My rhyme’s so dangerous you got to wear a rubber when you play my shit
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| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino
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| Keep that mainstream shit, I’m bringing street corner flow
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| Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing
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| Round after round bucking 'em down, so what you saying?
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| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino
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| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K-Rino |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Corner Flows , by - K Rino. Song from the album Live in Australia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп