Make A Move - K Rino

I’m the keeper of the chamber, MCs confronted with danger

I increase the pain by magnifying 600 levels of anger

What was he that would choose me?

Comprehend a thousand trigonometry equations couldn’t confuse me

Student said, «Teacher, teach me the skills», I show him

Taught him my powers, then he challenged me, so I blowed him

Not into criming ‘cause rhyming is a clever racket

I love my Black Book like Fonzy love that leather jacket

Don’t wanna battle one MC, I’d have took on three

I’m so intelligent I got phonics hooked on me

Extracurricular vernacular reign supreme

The hieroglyphic scientifical sorcerer king

When K-Rino is in the zone, I do what I like

I might just quit for seven years and come back like Mike

Better than ever with new styles that have never been done

Verses directly from the year 3001

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

Yo, I got your head in the guillotine

Whip the mic across his neck in this rough radical rhyme scene

My words are poison, my thoughts nonconsumable

Pass the Gun save the Roses for his funeral

You wanna test me on that mic you can sing a rap

But if you step up to me wrong you better bring a strap

MCs run up on the ground and kick a rap I hate

So I state vocals to make bodies evaporate

You’re weak as water, that’s why I’m blowing you out

Water’s H2O but for you we’ll take the 2 out

Travel to the deepest of the infinite chambers of skill

Laid in a pool of piranha just to test my will

He had to get some backup for the rhymes I shot

Came back with thirty MCs, I laughed and said, «That's all you got?»

Boy if you cross me, I promise I’m coming to see ya

Float like a butterfly but sting like gonorrhoea

When I’m writing I picture rage

Thoughts take action, it’s so agg that the words jump off the page

Be rapper microphone magician and heed the fist

Who have I, bitch?

You got three hours, I’ll read the list

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

Don’t make a move, if you do bring your gun

Me know them have to shoot me ‘cause them scared one on one

Me float like a spirit through the park in the night

Then lock down them haters with the verse that me write

I’m tired of playing with these suckers on that mic, I’m ready to hurt

And start to slaying all these brothers I don’t like by putting in work

You got one more thing to say about my skills before I stress

Or this tongue gon' sing today and bust a hole up in his chest

See I try to be cool with wack MCs but still they play me though

Now I gotta be cruel then show them they can’t step to K-Rino

If we spit some, I fold 'em 'cause my vocal blast don’t bluff

Wanna get some?

Don’t hold them, let him run his ass on up

I’m so real on that mic I don’t need to pack

Calgon took him away but I snatched his ass right back

MCs, y’all ain’t on that level to bang with me

Boy, you could be my nuts and you still couldn’t hang with me

‘Cause I got the skills them sucker punks I’m housing

I got brothers by the hundreds, murder weapons by the thousands

Plus I’m deeper than any rapper in the Solar System

Hands I smould him with, blame it on the brass knucks I swoll' them with

‘Cause err, if you jump you’ll land in this world and die

Like all the suckers that I crack that sterling high

So let’s square off like some gunslingers

But I’m so quick I pull my gun turn around and snatch your gun with one finger

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest

So make a move if you feel like you wanna test

The microphone is a gun aiming at your chest