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k-rino - raising the bars lyrics

[intro: k-rino]
bars on top of bars
yeah, turn me up just a little bit, the beat
yeah

[verse: k-rino]
i’m telling you that i patrol this emceeing zone
i get it popping like nappy hair when it’s being combed
you straight fooling, your g status, it ain’t proven
should have named your cd dead body cause it ain’t moving
i can put my bread up but who gon’ cover yours?
career going up in flames like a hoverboard
spar you without a scar, sk!lled in the art of war
i go from zero to sixty before i start the car
you can’t give it to the rap game the way they needing
you don’t belong like a six-pack at an a.a. meeting
fake reputation breaker, big money raker
my songs folder is thicker than two sunday papers
snake chumps get busted like a face b-mp
straight jumped because you faker than a lace front
i’m on fire and well seasoned like jambalaya
i’ll make a scene at burger king, get your mama fired
your shows are empty yet you still talking hard and loud
you could be a sketch artist and couldn’t draw a crowd
told em you holding the top spots, you liar trick
you ain’t gon’ ever be number one like a side-chick
rest in peace to your career, every one of y’all
i’ll put you on a t-shirt like i was underdog
i hate to change the subject but something i want share:
i ain’t’ gon lie your woman’s hair need obamacare
my intellect and work ethic makes k a winner
you keep talking and i’ma snap like i’m playing center
i’m pretty friendly but don’t take it for granted and slip
if my cd ever scratched the whole planet will skip
i might sit down and write cause i’m the truth kid
or maybe come off of the head like a loose wig
the abolition, the tactical pract-tioner
fixing to lose my cool like a broken air conditioner
i keep climbing that’s why my sk!ll’s better than theirs
you couldn’t reach another level if you walked upstairs
while you keep har-ssing me i’m tryna concentrate, the beat is on
act like you working at a bank and leave me alone
you tryna put me in a verbal diss
you bout to mess up bad like a heart surgeon with hiccups and a nervous twitch
you bring these common fools, you gonna lose
see i’m that dude that where i’m at these dumb rappers hate to be at like summer school
revenge is sweet and i was born raw
he walked into his door and saw me p-ssed off with his grandpa in an arm-bar
not many who go to war with me are goin’ far
i’ll open you up from a distance like onstar
you’re just a liar with a pointy nose
your flows used to belong to other folks like salvation army clothes
see me team is strongly represented
i’ll make your eyes scream like visine with cayenne pepper in it
k-rino the great flowing self-made poet
my music’s so dope that a klepto even paid for it
now you’re conspiring to wipe me out entirely
but i’m so fire that your ghostwriter tried to hire me
i’m laying in the cut, waiting for my rival g
kicked everyone off the planet cause i like my privacy
play me on your car radio every strong line
and like powder i’ll be in your system a long time
i’ll call you on the phone and explain stuff
but if i put you on hold for a week you better not hang up
i grab you by the neck aggressive and vicious
and keep sliding you like i’m holding a phone going through pictures

- k rino lyrics

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