[Verse One]

I don't brag about cars and I don't brag about clothes

I don't call women tramps, sluts, bitches or hoes

I don't sell out, kiss ass, or ball like a kid

But I bet the radio would bump my shit if I did

You see, I'm standing deep up in your face today

The realest lyricist droppin attomic verses 'till you waste away

Suckaz are tame when I spit the game

Aggravated narrarator, metamorphisize into a human flame

Battles intense, ??never straddle the fence??

The radio hating me cuz I chose knowledge over nonsense

It's K-Rino in case you don't recognize the tone

I terrorize your zone, while my foe dies alone

I do this well, while y'all scared to fell

Puttin a 100 different fools on your shit to try and make it sell

Killaz I'm draftin, cuttin snitches in half when

Agitated I'm smashin, do it sound like I'm laughin?

At random, droppin miscellaneous destruction

Causin opponents to suffer spontaneous combustion

Fraud rapper found dead, bucked by the song capper

His tombstone read "he fucked with the wrong rapper"



[Chorus x2]

So why you wanna hate me?

When you know I'm gonna wreck these fools

straight up out the gate (why you wanna) Why you wanna hate me?

When you know that I'm gonna do them boys 20 times straight



[Verse Two]

This magazine hold they 50 best rappers ever, but brother

That list don't mean shit if I aint on that motherfucker

Not conceded, I'm straight up convinced, that I can rip

My brain empty in verses like killers empty in clips

When he slips, he plummets, 90 feet down to the whole

Blacker than triple darkness, drama, a hundred fold

Shockin electric currents invadin the haters chest

Mad lyrical bullets penetratin the haters vest

Virtually impossible, to analyze the level

Some of these fools actions be equivelent to the devil

I'm rippin, clickin that's it, he rippin bustin in your shit

The wacker these rappers rap the more love that they git

I come straight out my folder, with my old school speech

50 rhymes for ten punks, I've cracked 'em five times each

Close your eyes and make a wish, open 'em up when you through

But if I'm standin in your face that mean the shit aint come true

So tell me



[Chorus x2]



[Verse Three]

Can I make this situation better, before it get tight?

Can I do this motherfucker, without takin his life?

Can I get my self in line, can I just have a sign?

Can I go 24 hours without thinkin bout dyin?

Should I go and bust this faker, for the lies that he told?

Should I act like I aint trippin, then just let it unfold?

Should I check 'em if he bumpin, when I know he fraud?

Can I try and please the people without turnin on God?

See I just need my five grand so I can turn it into ten

Once I get that ten grand, then I'm gonna flip it again

If I ever touch that million, they gonna think that I'm through

But them haters gonna be stressin once I turn it into two

I said them haters gonna be stressin once I turn it into two

Them haters gonna be stressin once I turn it into two

Them haters gonna be stressin once I turn it into two