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, 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 record 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 [Chorus: K-Rino] So make a move if you feel like you wanna test The microphone is gun aiming at your chest So make a move if you feel like you wanna test The microphone is gun aiming at your chest [K-Rino] 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 not consumable Pass the Gun save the Roses for the funeral You wanna test me on the mic you can sing that rap But if you step 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 H20 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 [Chorus: K-Rino] 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 [Break: K-Rino] Don’t make a move, if you do bring your gun Them know they have to shoot ‘cause they scared one on one Lift off like a spirit through the park in the night Then look down them haters with the verse that they write [K-Rino] 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 whole up in his chest See I try to be cool with wack MCs but still they play me though Now I gotta be cool then show them they can’t step to K-Rino If we spit some, might throw them ‘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 them 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, 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 Decembers that I crack that sterling high So let’s square off like some gunslingers, but I’m so quick I pulled my gun Turned around and snatched your gun with one finger [Chorus: K-Rino] 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