Текст песни Flow Session Number 5 (K Rino) с переводом

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 non stop

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 dope 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 a 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 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 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 because 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 smiling

'Cause you gots no rings like a phone on silent

Or even vibrate with 25 folks dialing

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 24 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