K-Rino - Street Corner Flows lyrics

(*talking*) Uh-huh uh-huh, uh man I'm mad, I'm mad uh [K-Rino] I say, people be wondering who the best is Look at that boy I just battled, and then go ask him where his chest is I smash fools, cause I'm jura**ic They gon have to bury your body and your a**, in two separate caskets Shock resistant, heat starter A threat to take a bath with plugged up, electric appliances in the water My rhymes are like crack, against the law Young playas get took to jail, just for having K inside the car I make a time machine, and blast off Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they a** off MC's get hooked, when I rain on em These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms, and run a train on em Call me the style, metamorphian Subject to evolve into a bionic bullet, releasing scorpion Got to impress you, when I'm in the square If my rhymes ain't rough enough, I might just vanish into thin air [Hook] Y'all don't wanna run up, on K-Rino Keep that mainstream sh**, I'm bringing street corner flow Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing Round after round bucking em down, so what you saying [K-Rino] I kick a thousand, with none whack Understand virgins listen to my words, and get pregnant on contact Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt My rhymes like cancel pack and sick k**er bees, eating your stomach out No matter, what city or state Wreck any rapper breathing lose, I got a trick of pot of boiling water straight You either die now, or die later I slap a hater G, and I put that on your old lady vibrator Got more ingredients, than gumbo You bring them rhymes up in the paint, I be I swat em down like Mutumbo I might inflict lyrics, that k** fast And Ms. Cleo couldn't predict, how many times these hands gon touch your a** No need to call me, I'm the best at this See all I got to do is scare people thoughts, to check my messages You could be asleep, I'll still get with you though I'll take a nap, meet you in your own dream and come and get you hoe [Hook] [K-Rino] They can't identify, the gifted ace I fake em out, because I wake up every morning with a different face I snatch punks, and hit the k** switch f** a picture on a milk carton, they gon find his a** inside that b**h It ain't no use, for you to try and hide It's South Park Russian roulette playa, take turns inhaling sionide I'm gunning fools down, at high noon My promotion's so strong, I got posters and sh** all on the moon You wanna run up, on a thought spinner They'll show the highlights, of me dogging these silly rappers on Sportscenter Roaches be dying, from the way I spit My rhymes so dangerous, you gotta wear a rubber when you play my sh** [Hook - 2x] Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino - 2x