Lyrics Wreck Time - K Rino

Wreck Time

Hey get up!
Wake up!
Y’all know what time it is
4 A.M.
every day we do this man it’s wreck time
Don’t make me pull this rip out, get up!
Hey you in the corner, I see ya over there tryna hide, get up!
You didn’t hide yesterday when you was pulling that same stunt
Line up!
It’s wreck time
I squeeze on 'em till the strap got a bloody maroon trigger
I don’t pour salt on the wound, I just make the wound bigger
By means of verbal discipline, too many to list them
I liquefy, replace your bloodstream, then poison your system
The pain and suffering’s perpetual, my mic cuts ya eye
I leave ya barely alive but not sick enough to die
Swoop down like a bird of pray then pick him up and fly
You could have the speed of thought, you ain’t quick enough to try
When they talk about the greatest don’t nobody ride with ya
Like a cameraman in a photo shoot, you ain’t in the picture
If you better than me, I still wouldn’t end by assault
I spit for years until you finally dive and win by default
My mic flow is like mixing in fire with nitroglycerin
So magnificent you burn metabolism just by listening
Carry out all of my schemes no matter the means
I’ll beat your head in while you’re sleeping just to shatter your dreams
It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time
Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line
It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine
Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9
The more the pressure applied the harder you better strive
If you got tight metaphors then I must have metafives
The first opponent tried and now he don’t even look alive
The second one did like a professional swimmer and took a dive
Before I can empty a verbal clip in 'em (What he do?)
He slit his own throat just to deny me the satisfaction of ripping him
I sing and leave you grip hard with a quick raw stream
Dangling with ya neck knotted inside a guitar string
I breathe into you, leak degrees of typhoid fever
You couldn’t hide from me in a reproductive seed of an Amoeba
Challenge K-Rino, yeah you be a fool to pursuit this
Even ya own partners ask ya, «Man, you sure you wanna do this?»
I spit artistic sickness, you drifted from the zone of the gifted
And got whipped because you rebelled like you was
The most complex scene, basic when I’m done
You undefeated bringing 0, watch me replace it with a one
It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time
Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line
It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine
Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9
The sword fighter, the general with cynical material
No milk I use biohazardous chemicals in my cereal
Actually you gotta spontaneously combust to flatter me
You shorten bars up like a cell phone with a low battery
I shine until I blind you like potent reflectors
My rapid moving vocals are picked up by motion detectors
I’m the depth broker, the heartless antagonistic provoker
The transcender of all spirits, the hologram choker
I pin novels and hyperbaric bulletproof fiberglass
And somehow physically kill a rapper, through a cyber cast
You couldn’t rise higher than me on a track
If you was on a trampoline in space and I had a mountain strapped to my back
The messianic figure of rap and can’t nobody stop 'em
K-Rino could be an unclosed bottle you couldn’t top me
I execrate ya throat and leave my opponents with asthma
Forget money, let’s battle for organs and blood plasma
It’s wreck time, wreck time, tell em it’s wreck time
Hard South Park rhymes severs ya neck line
It’s wreck time, wreck time, better respect mine
Kill a south side rhymes, bust like a TEC-9