[K-Rino]
I'm the keeper of the chamber, MCs confronted with danger
I increase the pain by magnifying 600 levels of anger
What was he that would choose me?
Comprehend a thousand trigonometry equations couldn't confuse me
Student said, "Teacher, teacher, teach me the sk**s", I show him
Taught him my powers, then he challenged me, so I blowed him
Not into criming 'cause rhyming is a clever record
I love my Black Book like Fonzy love that leather jacket
Don't wanna battle one MC, I'd have took on three
I'm so intelligent I got phonics hooked on me
Extracurricular vernacular reign supreme
The hieroglyphic scientifical sorcerer king
When K-Rino is in the zone, I do what I like
I might just quit for seven years and come back like Mike
Better than ever with new styles that have never been done
Verses directly from the year 3001
[Chorus: K-Rino]
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is gun aiming at your chest
[K-Rino]
Yo, I got your head in the guillotine
Whip the mic across his neck in this rough radical rhyme scene
My words are poison, my thoughts not consumable
Pa** the Gun save the Roses for the funeral
You wanna test me on the mic you can sing that rap
But if you step to me wrong you better bring a strap
MCs run up on the ground and kick a rap I hate
So I state vocals to make bodies evaporate
You're weak as water. that's why I'm blowing you out
Water's H20 but for you we'll take the 2 out
Travel to the deepest of the infinite chambers of sk**
Laid in a pool of piranha just to test my will
He had to get some backup for the rhymes I shot
Came back with thirty MCs, I laughed and said, "That's all you got?"
Boy if you cross me, I promise I'm coming to see ya
Float like a bu*terfly but sting like gonorrhoea
When I'm writing I picture rage
Thoughts take action, it's so agg that the words jump off the page
Be rapper microphone magician and heed the fist
Who have I, b**h? You got three hours, I'll read the list
[Chorus: K-Rino]
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
[Break: K-Rino]
Don't make a move, if you do bring your gun
Them know they have to shoot 'cause they scared one on one
Lift off like a spirit through the park in the night
Then look down them haters with the verse that they write
[K-Rino]
I'm tired of playing with these s**ers on that mic, I'm ready to hurt
And start to slaying all these brothers I don't like by putting in work
You got one more thing to say about my sk**s before I stress
Or this tongue gon' sing today and bust a whole up in his chest
See I try to be cool with wack MCs but still they play me though
Now I gotta be cool then show them they can't step to K-Rino
If we spit some, might throw them 'cause my vocal blast don't bluff
Wanna get some? Don't hold them, let him run his a** on up
I'm so real on that mic I don't need to pack
Calgon took him away but I snatched his a** right back
MCs y'all ain't on that level to bang with me
Boy, you could be my nuts and you still couldn't hang with me
'Cause I got them sk**s them s**er punks I'm housing
I got brothers by the hundreds, murder weapons by the thousands
Plus I'm deeper than any rapper in the Solar System
Hands I smould him, blame it on the bra** knucks I swoll' them with
'Cause err, if you jump you'll land in this world and die
Like all Decembers that I crack that sterling high
So let's square off like some gunslingers, but I'm so quick I pulled my gun
Turned around and snatched your gun with one finger
[Chorus: K-Rino]
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest
So make a move if you feel like you wanna test
The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest