Artist: K-Rino Album: Deeper Elevation Song: No Fly Zone Typed by: Lil Hustle [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