No Fly Zone
[K-Rino]
Red in the stash, anything to save a buck
Not Madonna, but like a virgin I never gave a fuck
Catch a Brinks driver, raid his truck
Again I’m not Madonna, but my crown’s like a virgin I never gave it up
With no contact, foreheads I bust open
Once again I’m not Madonna, but like…naw Im just joking
I’m known to boguard frauds, and smack hard
I always keep it real, I never front like a backyard
Rap polar bear, snap you with a solar flare
Your soul I’ll go in there, and open you up like a folding chair
The ability and greatness, that I hold is rare
I strike every part of you, I’ll even leave you with swollen hair
I’ll invite you to the square, but you don’t wanna come
You so dumb, you wear your pinky ring on your thumb
Flow until the great wall fail
From my lyrical head knock, you couldn’t break loose if you was all hail
To think you can battle and win, you is nuts
That would be harder, than getting dread twists at Super Cuts
Losing ain’t in my vocab, my friends say
Thursday through Monday’s gone, every day is Wednesday
Hit him so hard, he woke up in the next state
The second time I hit him, he landed on the next date
Out of place, like a checker player yelling checkmate
Boys don’t wanna see me, like a Betty White sex tape
I’m known to spit, with mathematically lifty wit
Some impossible shit, like a seven way fifty-fifty split
I’m that old crazy dude, in the house
Word clarity better than yours, with food in my mouth
You’re in disarray, no victory dissing K
Instead of pistol play, I’ll just fry you in a skillet like a fish filet
Hot enough, to give the sun a tan
Like a six foot roof to a seven foot man, it’s hard for you to understand
Or stand under, most rappers are known to beg
I’ll leave your car alone, and put a boot on your leg
K don’t stop the fight, until he win it
I can stand behind the camera, take the picture and still be in it
When my photo’s over crowded, then it’s time to expand
Ran out of paper, so I wrote mine’s in the lines in my hand
The best way to describe K on a verse, once the beat’s right
I see green after it’s red, like a street light
Don’t ever tell me I’m the best, cause I won’t be surprised
It’s unnecessary, like a blindfold on Stevie’s eyes
I was tried, for the massacre of eighty mic’s
My skills are crazy, fighting yours is ladies night
Better make sure, you pay me right
Cheating me is a bad idea, like a sandpaper baby wipe
I’m from a place, where we hide flows in the next life
You from a place, where your sister is your ex wife
You wanna see a brain splat, I can arrange that
A penny for your thoughts, I’ma need some change back
Faster than cheetah feet, too loud to be discrete
I’m so focused, that I can actually see the beat
I don’t ball out of control, and then fold under
But I do go through paper, like a hole puncher
My mic strap, leaves heads in a coward’s lap
The first of every month, I take a thousand hour power nap
I never trusted men, as far as a yellow school bus
With ten fat kids, could get moved could get moved by a gust of wind
I kidnap the rapper, set ransom at twenty stacks
His family gave me twenty five, not to send him back
I get through the people words, hit divided quick
You never connect, like a legless karate kick
Skin starts stinging, from the trauma that I’m bringing
And I knew that it was over, once your mama started singing
The skill prodigy, people would rather hear me give em bad news
Than hear you tell em, that they won the lottery
The only compliment from K-Rino, you’ll ever get
You’re probably the best, weak rapper I ever met
You came late homeboy, class been in session
You fools’ll never learn, like waterless swimming lessons
Eliminating you, is four minute pass
Look at the bright side, at lease you was the first person to finish last
(*talking*)
South Park Coalition, South Park Coalition
Yeah, the rap militia is back