Flow Session Number 5

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[Intro] Flow Session Number 5 5, 5, 5, see [Verse] Your first mistake was coming into my flow zone You got it wrong like skinny dipping with clothes on Any time 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'll make you relapse And throat slap your Adam's apple down into your kneecaps Wreckin' the game, I'm that vein in your neck lancer Disrespect, you getting checked like a correct dancer Close 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 lotta quit K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow You never see it like a Rolex at a dollar store A lot of dough in my pocket plus the urge to spend 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 an X-Box 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 tryna make some real bread With no meds, I get it popping like a pillhead To make a move to knock K-Rino from the top Is dumb like tryna use a Kleenex to block a gunshot My tongue's a knife, so look 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 their girlfriend's stretch marks My raw essence impeccable, 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 an artificial MC They got their information R-O-N-G My neighborhood ain't a place you wanna visit often You thirty-five, 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 a 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 was 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 show's be packed like Popeyes on Tuesday No conversation, no fake threats, just simply boom I get standing ovations inside an empty room How you got matched up with me I don't know how at all That ain't fair like Oprah winning the Powerball 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, wanted congratulations That ain't no contract, that's a Kroger application You say you ballin' like LeBron now I'm smilin' 'Cause you gots no rings like a phone on silent Or even vibrate with twenty-five folks dialin' And I wouldn't touch your girl if we were stranded on an 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 a day, so I squeeze days into an hour My life's scripture, I 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 or beg Rappers split faster than skinny jeans on your mama's leg I'm acapella killing after the track Against me you have no wind like an asthma attack They complain 'cause my flow murders are kept on tape Every line I made 'em whine like stepped on grapes Most artists say that they're 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 punchlines 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 started 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 twenty-four hour store, you never close The deal, you don't write because you a biting faker You don't have no lines, you like typing paper If you diss me and start tellin' them strong lies (What?) You better take it back like it's the wrong size Rappers hate when they hear my album finna drop I'm bussing every day 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