Lyrics Wreckin’ Um - K Rino

Wreckin’ Um

I’m Wreckin' Um, all you suckers that tried to diss me
I’m Wreckin' Um, all you hoes that wouldn’t kiss me
I’m Wreckin' Um, punks who shot the bullets but they missed me
I’m Wreckin' Um, in your face is where my fist be
I’m Wreckin' Um, all you suckers that tried to diss me
I’m Wreckin' Um, all you hoes that wouldn’t kiss me
I’m Wreckin' Um, punks who shot the bullets but you missed me
I’m Wreckin' Um, check it out
Dope verses I’m pumping them, your rhymes ain’t shit so I’m dumping them
Had a fight one on one, sucker swore I was jumping him
Yeah you started quick, but I came and jumped ahead of you fast
Talk so much shit you ought to wipe your mouth instead of your ass
I’m here to punish, this is torture not a jolly course
You bit my rhymes until your damn teeth caught a charley horse
I kicked a funny rhyme and all the suckers laughed at me
Jordan retired ‘cause he heard the Rockets drafted me
No matter how you try, no matter how you try you bust
Allah has giving me a mentally eternal thrust
If I get broke enough, I’ll swoop down like a heaven breeze
Catch ya businessman and jack his ass for selling Gs
You brought a bunch of nonsense but me bringing this
A gun or knife or stick, I’ll break a pipe by swinging fist
If it ain’t nothing but talk I might not throw a lick
But if you know shit is real I’ll drop your ho ass quick
So I’ma kick another frantic volcanic
Never known to panic, rough rhyme mechanic
Women can’t stand it ‘cause I’ve never been romantic
Your rhyme’s the Titanic, I’m an iceberg in the Atlantic
Ocean causing a commotion
Erosion detonator and poisonous potion, venomous chest explosion
Swoll him up, stomach punches’ll fold him up
My Black Book will slap his ass to death while I hold him up
Yo, you tried to roll but your tire stuck, think you’re dope, try your luck
Boy, I rolled through hell in a fire truck
So if there’s a chance you think I might not be checking ‘em
Ask your mama 'bout me fool, because I’m Wreckin' Um
Now I’m down with Islam you wanna know how it’s learning me
How long can I flow?
Double forever multiplied with eternity
Skills have increased, students came and I taught my flocks
Styles puzzled the genius, confused the unorthodox
Here’s your death papers, trick, sign them
To picture me pissed off, imagine every World War, combine them
Rewind them, combine them again and rewind them
I’m above, below, in front of his face and behind him
So MCs I’ma ruin your fucking route
Rhymes like a curved one pitch, struck em out
Shooting precise, seven shots bucked 10 to 3
Power so deep the black hole got sucked into me
You say I’m great ‘cause I’ve downed so many foes
I ought to join a circus ‘cause I’ve clowned so many hoes
But either way I kick the styles that break your bones
Shattering domes, hitting and splitting your chromosomes
Jack me, I never need a sucker to back me
I break in, suckers break out as if they had acne
So intellectual I think past scholars
So cool I sold a fifty cent piece for thirty dollars
Yo, intellectually advanced when I flow
You should know, I plug a mic in your ass and get HBO
So sucker jock me, all of my foes do it
Fell so deep in love with the mic that I proposed to it
Somebody dissed me, so yo if you did it go get it bro
I’m busting up your face like Riddick Bowe
I got them hands so I might ding ding ya fast
You can bring a damn bee, I’ll sting his ass
Fuck the Devil, I’m quick to diss a hippy
I’ll beat your ass from California to Mississippi
I’ma moon ya with some rough drama soon
But since we right here by your crib, go get my draws out your mama' room