X-Productions - Flow Session Number 1 lyrics

[Intro] Ha, Ha, HA, HA! Welcome Uh, to Flow Session Number 1 Flow Session Number 1 C'mon Uh, to Flow Session Number 1 Flow Session Number 1 K-Rino, K-Rino, K-Rino K-Rino, K-Rino Check this out [Verse 1] Yeah, I need a rapper I can call out I'm going all out like hair after a bald spot I rip skin ain't no repairing the facial tearrage Black pen, white paper that's interracial marriage I turn rappers to vegetables it ain't no use flexing When I'm done the stage look like the produce section You can't handle the pressure you need to come harder My words f** ya head up like a drunk barber I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply I'm out-manning you like Peyton or Eli You say I'm trash but you steady tryna copy me You full of sh** like a basket at a shopping spree I want cash so pay me on how my sk** rates Picture my foot in ya a** for twenty years straight They say I'm heavenly Cause I gave new life to the game like Viagra did for dudes over seventy Uh, B.B.I. rap hustlers with plenty moves You fake bobbing paying notes on ya tennis shoes My clever rhymes tear stuffing lose The only punchline you know about is waiting for a cup of juice Thighs super sick solid as the earth itself If sick means great then yo' lyrics are in perfect health Don't nobody support you, you can't be the man You like a house with no air-condition you need a fan Flow Session Number 1 [Verse 2] See my words got the Dwight Howard jumping Power The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour On trial for cutting seven rappers wrist off No I didn't plead insanity I pleaded pissed off You stole my style you gotta a lot of nerve talking You need to find ya own space like reserved parking I got some deep stuff to put on ya mind I call you out like a Hooper with his foot on the line You ain't never been squat so you dissing my joint Like a hand with no fingers fool you missing the point When I come I make 'em hit the gas, lyrically I'm quick to blast You can say 'hello' and smile and I might kick ya a** These fly rappers they can't seem to make ya minds up I'll blow ya watch in the sky that mean ya time's up I love ya girlfriend every time I spend the night It's always on like a used car's engine light I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig I make rappers move around like foster kids Feel me homey I'm sick of all this rhetoric My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick Everybody wanna get mad and grab heaters I'm adding money by the minute like cab meters I'm a force to be reckoned with Up to no good like a reverend's child watching a nekkid flick Ya see my words manage to cause nerve damage Intelligent but still ghetto as a syrup sandwich I exfoliate; you can't hold your weight I heard ya rapping, took offence like I stole a gate My ideology: see 'em in my zone, jab 'em You shouldn't be allowed to featured on ya own album If ya got a heater dude you better load it fast How the hell you a thug taking aerobics cla**? (Flow Session Number 1) [Verse 3] He said he warn to be mashed up that ba*tard lying I'm primed up to past you because you past ya prime Women of men if you come forward tryna win I make you reverse like saying the same rhyme again My flow grievous it's like a defense with a clone of Darrelle Revis Covering each of your receivers (woo) Who could ever ask for more? I fast-forward past the ward just to make the aftermath come before See you like to dress up and show up with ya hair all pressed up But me I the, ca... man I messed up But then I came back on the same track Blow ya mind you can't even wonder where your brain's at Hit the conversation I vacation in the same cage as eight bears waking from hibernation Concrete feet in the water, chances of beating me Are slimmer than a crack head with an eating disorder I'm taking the game over I'm in large in my zone Plus I'm building bars up like I was charging my phone Man I'm out here tryna get revenue while you capping You can turn the beat off Sniper I'm through rapping