X-Productions - Raising the Bars lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] Bars on top of bars Yeah, turn me up just a little bit, the beat Yeah [Verse: K-Rino] I'm telling you that I patrol this emceeing zone I get it popping like nappy hair when it's being combed You straight fooling, your G status, it ain't proven Should have named your CD dead body cause it ain't moving I can put my bread up but who gon' cover yours? Career going up in flames like a hoverboard Spar you without a scar, sk**ed in the art of war I go from zero to sixty before I start the car You can't give it to the rap game the way they needing You don't belong like a six-pack at an A.A. meeting Fake reputation breaker, big money raker My songs folder is thicker than two Sunday papers Snake chumps get busted like a face bump Straight jumped because you faker than a lace front I'm on fire and well seasoned like jambalaya I'll make a scene at Burger King, get your mama fired Your shows are empty yet you still talking hard and loud You could be a sketch artist and couldn't draw a crowd Told em you holding the top spots, you liar trick You ain't gon' ever be number one like a side-chick Rest in peace to your career, every one of y'all I'll put you on a t-shirt like I was Underdog I hate to change the subject but something I want share: I ain't' gon lie your woman's hair need Obamacare My intellect and work ethic makes K a winner You keep talking and I'ma snap like I'm playing center I'm pretty friendly but don't take it for granted and slip If my CD ever scratched the whole planet will skip I might sit down and write cause I'm the truth kid Or maybe come off of the head like a loose wig The abolition, the tactical practitioner Fixing to lose my cool like a broken air conditioner I keep climbing that's why my sk**'s better than theirs You couldn't reach another level if you walked upstairs While you keep hara**ing me I'm tryna concentrate, the beat is on Act like you working at a bank and leave me alone You tryna put me in a verbal diss You bout to mess up bad like a heart surgeon with hiccups and a nervous twitch You bring these common fools, you gonna lose See I'm that dude that where I'm at these dumb rappers hate to be at like summer school Revenge is sweet and I was born raw He walked into his door and saw me pissed off with his grandpa in an arm-bar Not many who go to war with me are goin' far I'll open you up from a distance like Onstar You're just a liar with a pointy nose Your flows used to belong to other folks like Salvation Army clothes See me team is strongly represented I'll make your eyes scream like Visine with cayenne pepper in it K-Rino the great flowing self-made poet My music's so dope that a klepto even paid for it Now you're conspiring to wipe me out entirely But I'm so fire that your ghostwriter tried to hire me I'm laying in the cut, waiting for my rival G Kicked everyone off the planet cause I like my privacy Play me on your car radio every strong line And like powder I'll be in your system a long time I'll call you on the phone and explain stuff But if I put you on hold for a week you better not hang up I grab you by the neck aggressive and vicious And keep sliding you like I'm holding a phone going through pictures