Lyrics The Barbarian - K Rino

The Barbarian

We ain’t went nowhere
When I say we, when I say we
I’m talking about the lyricist all around the world, man
We ain’t went nowhere
They keep saying don’t nobody be spitting hard no more
I can name a million of 'em
Down South, East Coast, West Coast, Midwest
The UK, all over the world boys still ripping up mics
Don’t let all this bubblegum rap make you believe that skills don’t rule the
world still
I remain dominant under the God’s same providence
Laying in flames I gain top levels of pain tolerance
Brain’s popping from mass jugular vein blockages
Lots of the people I kidnap wanna remain hostages
Humans in boxes in my lobby and packaged beside me
Immune to toxins, I could probably do crack as a hobby
Mad cause I be hard to defeat, should’ve practiced karate
When his blood saw it was me it went back in his body
His style is rented, I wallow and follow y’all at a mile a minute
Ridin' inside a copter with no pilot in it
I’ve been the deepest elitist MC
Compete with unthinkable speed and three illegal secretive breathing techniques
I’m sweeping those who would be opposed
My seed’ll make the fetus grow a half a foot every week with no GMOs
Predisposed to be a pro, at three years old I was even cold
Tougher than getting a zebra to wear people clothes
He was bragging and reenacting his evil tactics
I creeped in fast and I beat his ass with an Easter basket
Killer for hire now you under artillery fire
My umbilical cord was an auxiliary wire
The only time I’m in my happy place is when I’m in a rapper’s face
Sledgehammering ankles like I’m Kathy Bates
Matters if the cops is around, spot you in town
You ass out like a hospital gown
Like Kurt Vonnegut, written work I got a ton of it
A speeding car, I’m on the front of it like a 6-foot hood ornament
I serve trouble, thousands of birds huddle
Swerving as I show down dark streets doing a word puzzle
I’ma shank till he chokes and he faints
Like a teller getting robbery notes in the bank, you hope it’s a prank
My complete procedure freezes ether then defeats your leader
You won’t heed it either till I bleed and beat ya and Saint Peter greets ya
It’s hard to get out of my powers like flaming houses
Murder falling out of the clouds 'cause it’s raining couches
Mechanically designed to think straight with a backwards mind
So much pH in my bars I call 'em alkalines