Lyrics Top Of The Hill - K Rino

Top Of The Hill

Still sittin' at the top of the hill
Just to show we still do it like we do it
Two seconds after you hate me, I’m all in yo' face
K-Rino is harder to beat than a dope case
I’m moving faster than you do at my slow pace
I thought your tongue was chopped out cause you go no taste
A year of practice couldn’t keep you out the loser bracket
The only game that you can beat me at is who’s the whackest
Imma keep bringing this heat 'til my bread’s deep
Once I kill the track, it’s just like ya daddy, ya dead beat
What made you think you could duplicate my whole verse
He so stupid he was on second and stole first
I froze jerks with 20 below cold bursts
Take off my belt and whoop yo ass until your soul hurts
Don’t let me catch you with your chest exposed
My lyrics are more colourful than Westbrook’s clothes
What you flow is so worthless like a ring with no rocks in it
My work is timeless like a house with no clocks in it
To come against me, man, you know that he wrong
That’s like tryna send a text message on a Rotary phone
You sounding weak, I don’t need you in my circle, you a clown to me
You like my upstairs neighbour, you ain’t down with me
A nice dude and real life but on the mic feared
My rap style’s dirty and rough like your wife’s beard
Trusting you to write some heat would be very hard
I’d rather trust a dope fiend with my credit card
I’m an impossible deep topical obstacle
I even study weak rappers so I can know what not to do
I heard about his feminine ways just by word of mouth
Punched him in his sternum and some breast milk squirted out
That’s what you get for all the tripping and casting suspicion
Give you mo' problems than a pissed off mathematician
You put me in a bad mood when you perform
The doctors and the nurses even boo’ed when you was born
What’s up now, you was talking now you coppin' out
I glued your lips to your eyes and make you watch your mouth
Repeat what I said, that’s heat to your head
You’ll be trying to recover like changing the sheet on the bed
Started to give you some advice but I’ll just keep it instead
I went so hard when I was through, the grim-reaper was dead
I laugh when you say you gangster, not the way you bust
Like weak songs on the radio;
you play too much
What you said was kinda lame that’s why you didn’t wanna claim
I must need to be potty trained cause I keep shitting on the game
Been layin' low but my dominance is fast emerging
I’m the best and you gon' have to face it like a plastic surgeon
I hurt shows, murk foes with my worst flows
I stay laying rappers out like they were church clothes
I walk 'em down like dirt roads 'til they flatline
Our shows was at the same time that your people was at mine
The day I came into the game, that’s when it got live
I bet that you ain’t even in your own top five
Every clown on your record label was left for dead
Stomped these rappers in the dome twice, I’m two steps ahead
I take your card, bread and drive all paid
He was walking home mad, he has side-walk rage
My hands red, call me K-Rino, the human ant bed
I run my foot straight through ya like a pants leg
You said you’ll fix it so I’ll never get loot
Imma make you swallow those words like alphabet soup, now
Might wanna hide 'til the problems get rectified
I’ll step your ass to the side like the electric slide
The boldest lyric, I’m sure to spit it
I’m cold enough to throw myself a surprise party and not know I did it
I’ll piledrive ya through the dirt, you’ll never re-surface
You’re worthless, you couldn’t even afford my free verses
You wanna talk and slander
Better keep that shit to yourself like a baby wearing a pamper
Need to change your wardrobe fool and dumb yo' dancer
Before they jam your whole album, they’d rather bump my sampler
Trick, where you stay, text me your address, we can go today
Your best work can’t match the songs that I throw away
Let’s get it on and I’mma spank ya like your father do
I would say «Loser gotta wear a dress» but that wouldn’t bother you