Flow Session Number 1

[Talking:]

Ha, Ha, HA, HA!*

Welcome

Uh, to Flow Session Number 1

To Flow Session Number 1

C'mon

Uh, to Flow Session Number 1

To Flow Session Number 1

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K-Rino, K-Rino

Check this out

[*Rapping:]

Yeah, I need a rapper I can call out

I'm going all out and like hair after a ball spot

I rip skin ain't no repairing the facial terrace

Black pen, white paper that's in a racial marriage (woo)

I turn rappers to vegetables it ain't no use flexing

When I'm done the stage look like the prodosection

You can't handle the pressure you need to come harder

My words fuck ya head up like a drunk barber (yeah)

I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply

I'm out-manning you like Peyton or Eli (fosho)

You say I'm trash but you steady try'na copy me

You full of shit like a basket at a shopping spree

I want cash so pay me yo how my skill erase (erase)

Picture my foot in ya ass for twenty years straight

They say I'm heavenly

Cause I gave you light 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 stuff and lose (yeah)

The only punch line you know about is waiting for a cup of juice

Thighs super sick solid as the earth is settle (indeed)

If sick means great then yo lyrics are in perfect help

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

See my words got the white Howard jumping Power

The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour

On trial for cutting seven rappers wrist off

No I didn't bleed insanity I bleeded pissed off

You stole my style you gotta alot of nerve talking

You need to find ya own space like reserve 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'm like 'kick ya ass'

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 engine light

I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig

I make rappers move around like foster kids

Feel me homie I'm sick of all this rederick (rederick)

My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick (huh)

Everybody wanna get mad and grab a heaters

I added money by the minute like cab meters