Artist: K-Rino Album: The Maven Song: Flow Session Number 5 Typed by: Lil Hustle Flow session number five, five see... [K-Rino] Your first mistake, was coming inside my flow zone You got it wrong, like skinny dipping with clothes on Anytime I get the chance to spit nonstop I'm happy as a crackhead, alone inside a pawn shop You got a whole lot of songs, and some silly bars They like your children, you claim em but they ain't really yours Before you even rehab, I make you relapse And throat slap your adam's apple, down into your kneecaps Wrecking the game, I'm that vain in your neck lancer Disrespect, you getting checked like a correct answer Closed my eyes, and grew three times the size of you I'm so surprisingly wise, even my lies are true Wanna be down, guess how many flows you gotta spit Like toilet paper, I'ma put you through a lot of (quit) K-Rino, getting merked, by your kinda flow You never see it, like a Rolex at a dollar sto' A lot of do' in my pocket, plus the urge to spit it Hands behind my back, writing 87 words a minute My wordplay inside your brain, it won't work I'm sorry That's like a Xbox game, inside the first Atari How many battles did I lose, I'll be the first to laugh That's like asking how many sides, does a circle have I go fed, cause I'm trying to make some real bread With no meds, I get it popping like a pill head To make a move, to knock K-Rino from the top Is dumb, like trying to use a Kleenex to block a gunshot My tongue's a knife, so watch out for your spleen Cause I'ma make a cut, like I tried out for the team fool You do the same routine, ain't no best parts I hate looking at it, like your girlfriend's stretch marks My raw essence impecable, way past average That's why my battles end faster, than a bad marriage I'm a miracle child, that's what they told my mother I'm a year and a half older, than my older brother Such a problem in the game, they kept me left out A scared rapper, hired me to take myself out Somebody said, I was a artificial emcee They got they information R-O-N-G My neighborhood, ain't a place you wanna visit often You 35, buying jeans from the kids department It'll be a cold day in hell, when I fail I stand behind these bars, like I was in a cell No mirrors in my house, I don't wanna face myself I'm messing the game up, like a replacement ref At the top of the list, is where my head ranks I'm so great, I slapped the rapper and he said thanks You wanna work with me cool, I won't be long with ya Commit suicide, then I'll make a song with ya I set a trap, cause you thought you were deceiving K He took the bait, like Skip Bayless and Stephen A. Needless to say, I don't play the way these dudes play My shows be packed, like Popeye's on Tuesday No conversation no fake threats, just simply boom I get standing ovations, inside a empty room How you got matched up with me, I don't know how at all That ain't fair, like Oprah winning the Power Ball You said I'd never be the greatest, with a pen G Can't say the word never, without having envy Lied and said you had a deal, want a congratulations That ain't no contract, that's a Krogers application You say you bought it like LeBron, now it's modern Cause you got's no rings, like a phone on silent Or even vibrate, with twenty five folks dialing And I wouldn't touch your girl, if we was stranded on a island Why am I great, cause I practice and study the game Said he wanted his mind read, so I bloodied his brain No time for these cowards It's not enough hours in the day, so I squeezed days into a hour My life's scripture, I'll reveal it then go backwards with ya Old on my before shot, a baby on my after picture I'm too intelligent, I'll mash you into gelatin You'll never be tight, like spandex on a skeleton I got em scared, when I show up they gon' run and beg Rappers split faster, than skinny jeans on your mama's leg I'm a cappella, killing after the track Against me you have no wind, like a asthma attack They complain, cause my flow murders are kept on tape Every line I made em wine, like stepped on grapes Most artists say that they great, but they don't want no part of K No I'm not Tim, but I'm fiending to take your heart away Let's go to war today, I'ma have you hell bound I'm not alone, I got back up like I fell down Not to be arrogant, but this ain't no comparison Record labels don't wanna sign us, like Claritin I'm so emphatically talented, it's embarrassing And with these punch lines, I'm the man son like Marilyn Stop my grind boy, you out of your mind I'm getting my weight up, like I left somebody behind I don't start it up, but I never run from any drama Burn your arm with a hot iron, like Penny's mama I'ma come through when it's crunch time, with clever flows You like a 24 hour store, you never close The deal, you don't write cause you a biting faker You don't have no lines, you like typing paper If you diss me, and start telling them strong lies You better take it back, like it's the wrong size Rappers hate, when they hear my album's finna drop I'm bussing everyday, like my car was in the shop Stop lying on the mic, about your perfect sound Everything you say is made up, like a circus clown (*talking*) Flow session number five ya'll Flow session number five ya'll K-Rino, Big Sniper