Artist: K-Rino Album: Solitary Confinement Song: When It's Time Typed by: DaSun Akbar [K-Rino] Say man, think you can out-speak us? I'll tape your mouth shut and make you keep on throwing up until your cheeks buss My pinnacle is where no men will go My wins count twice bro, so after my fifth battle, I was 10 and 0 I'll blow your chest away, lowers is where is best to lay I did everything on your career resume yesterday Better call some help but by the time they come You'll be ate up like a baseball team leading 9 to 1 You never made a mixtape so stop bluffing In the rap game you're like Larry Fitzgerald cuz you don't drop nothing Your chance to ever win will hit a dead-end Soon as I put the thread in, instant rigor mortis begins to set in You contemplating dissing? Better back off man The only thing stronger then my flow is your jack-off hand His mama told him if he lose, he better not come back in that fence That was five years ago, this fool ain't seen his mama since (Chorus) When it's time to rhyme I don't say nuttin' I just duck Words pumping from my throat executing rappers who bonk When it's time to rhyme Some start ripping and others fold I'm leaving emcees locked in a verbal submission hold When it's time to rhyme Suckers get nervous and try to walk Cuz they specialize in a buncha studio talk When it's time to rhyme Bars hang their mics on the shelf It's only two types of rappers, me and everybody else [K-Rino] That verse you said about me, you gon' pay for that Apologizing ass like your grandma getting breast implants, too late for that So you a constant reenactment of slackness You gotta practice just to work your way up to wackness I'm blowing skin patches off rappers and gon' savage You become a statistic like an athlete scoring average I'll should smack you just for trying that bull He so dumb he tried to leave me a voicemail to tell me mine was full To me it seems like you haven't been rehearsing in awhile I'll reverse this frown on my face and curse you with a smile I don't have to tell the people that you get worst with every style Cuz when they hear you as a parent like a person with a child The burden of being this great, you know you can't shoulder it So like the dot on the lower case side, trick get over it Another day, another verse to say, another flow to spit Cuz like a pigeon in Alaska, trick I drop the coldest shit (Chorus) [K-Rino] You on the road to destruction, I'm mapping the course for ya If you married to the game, then I'm the divorce lawyer I'll punch ya wit' UFC fighter beez Step to me and I'll promise you'll get touched more then typewriter keys Me and you? No comparing us, son You couldn't be in the same breath as me if we was sharing along And it ain't wise criticizing my skill That's suicide like an Indy 500 driver that sleep at the wheel I reveal coward rappers talking about they use gun The only nine you ever touched was followed by two ones My rhyme scheme are out of your most exotic dreams Eternal, while yours go bad like month old collard greens When I step in I'm focused, I spit dragon flame to win No one remembers losers, by the way what was your name again? I'm known to buss a lyrical cap, and splat your fragments on the globe So I'll guess you can say I put you on the map (Chorus)