When Its Time - K Rino

Say man, think you can out-speak us?

I’ll tape your mouth shut and make you keep on throwing up until your cheeks

bust

My pinnacle is where no men will go

My wins count twice bro, so after my fifth battle, I was 10 and 0

I’ll blow your chest away, lowers is where is best to lay

I did everything on your career resume yesterday

Better call some help but by the time they come

You’ll be ate up like a baseball team leading 9 to 1

You never made a mixtape so stop bluffing

In the rap game you’re like Larry Fitzgerald cuz you don’t drop nothing

Your chance to ever win will hit a dead-end

Soon as I put the thread in, instant rigor mortis begins to set in

You contemplating dissing?

Better back off man

The only thing stronger then my flow is your jack-off hand

His mama told him if he lose, he better not come back in that fence

That was five years ago, this fool ain’t seen his mama since

When it’s time to rhyme

I don’t say nuttin' I just duck

Words pumping from my throat executing rappers who bonk

When it’s time to rhyme

Some start ripping and others fold

I’m leaving emcees locked in a verbal submission hold

When it’s time to rhyme

Suckers get nervous and try to walk

Cuz they specialize in a buncha studio talk

When it’s time to rhyme

Bars hang their mics on the shelf

It’s only two types of rappers, me and everybody else

That verse you said about me, you gon' pay for that

Apologizing ass like your grandma getting breast implants, too late for that

So you a constant reenactment of slackness

You gotta practice just to work your way up to wackness

I’m blowing skin patches off rappers and gon' savage

You become a statistic like an athlete scoring average

I’ll should smack you just for trying that bull

He so dumb he tried to leave me a voicemail to tell me mine was full

To me it seems like you haven’t been rehearsing in awhile

I’ll reverse this frown on my face and curse you with a smile

I don’t have to tell the people that you get worst with every style

Cuz when they hear you as a parent like a person with a child

The burden of being this great, you know you can’t shoulder it

So like the dot on the lower case side, trick get over it

Another day, another verse to say, another flow to spit

Cuz like a pigeon in Alaska, trick I drop the coldest shit

You on the road to destruction, I’m mapping the course for ya

If you married to the game, then I’m the divorce lawyer

I’ll punch ya wit' UFC fighter beez

Step to me and I’ll promise you’ll get touched more then typewriter keys

Me and you?

No comparing us, son

You couldn’t be in the same breath as me if we was sharing along

And it ain’t wise criticizing my skill

That’s suicide like an Indy 500 driver that sleep at the wheel

I reveal coward rappers talking about they use gun

The only nine you ever touched was followed by two ones

My rhyme scheme are out of your most exotic dreams

Eternal, while yours go bad like month old collard greens

When I step in I’m focused, I spit dragon flame to win

No one remembers losers, by the way what was your name again?

I’m known to buss a lyrical cap, and splat your fragments on the globe

So I’ll guess you can say I put you on the map