No Fly Zone

[K-Rino] Bread in the stash, anything to save a buck Not Madonna but like a virgin, I never gave a fuck Catch a Brinks driver raid his truck Again I'm not Madonna but my crown's like a virgin I never gave it up With no contact, foreheads I bust open Once again I'm not Madonna but like... nah I was just joking I'm known to bogard frauds and smack hard I always keep it real, I never front like a back yard Rap polar bear, slap you with a solar flare Your soul, I go in there and open you up like a folding chair The ability and greatness that I hold is rare I strike every part of you I even leave you with swollen hair I'll invite you to the square but you don't wanna come You're so dumb you wear your pinky ring on your thumb Flow until the Great Wall fell From my lyrical headlock you couldn't break loose if you was all Hell To think you can battle and win, you is nuts That is harder than getting dread twists at Supercuts Losing ain't in my vocab, my friends say Thursday to Monday's gone, everyday is Wednesday Hit him so hard he woke up in the next state The second time I hit him he landed on the next date Out of place like a checker player yelling, "Checkmate!" Boys don't wanna see me like a Betty White sextape I'm known to spit with mathematically nifty wits I'm impossible shit like a seven way fifty-fifty split I'm that old crazy dude on the house Word clarity greater than yours with food in my mouth You're in disarray, no victory dissing K Instead of pistol play I'll just fry you in a skillet like a fish fillet Hot enough to give the Sun a tan Like a 6 foot roof to a 7 foot man it's hard for me to understand Or stand under, most rappers are known to beg I'll leave your car alone and put a boot on your leg K don't stop fighting till he win I can stand behind a camera take the picture and still be in it When my folders overcrowded then it's time to expand Ran out of paper so I wrote rhymes on the line of my hand The best way to describe K on the verse once the beat's right I see green after it's read like a street light Don't tell me I'm the best I won't be surprised It's unnecessary like a blindfold on Stevie's eyes I was tried for the massacre of Eighty Mics My skills are crazy fight, yours is ladies night Better make sure you pay me right Cheating me is a bad idea like a sandpaper baby wipe I'm from a place where we hide flows in the next life You from a place where your sister is your ex-wife You wanna see a brain splat I can arrange that A penny for your thoughts, I'ma need some change back Faster than cheetah feet, too loud to be discrete I'm so focused that I can actually see the beat I don't bawl out of control and then fold under But I do go through paper like a hole puncture My mic strap leaves heads in a cowards lap The first of every month I take a thousand hour power nap I never trusted men as far as a yellow school bus With ten fat kids could get moved by a gust of wind I kidnapped the rapper, set ransom at twenty stacks His family gave me twenty-five not to send him back I get through to people words hit the body quick You never connect like a legless karate kick Skin starts stinging from the drama that I'm bringing And I knew that it was over once your momma started singing The steel prodigy, people would rather hear me tell them bad news Than hear you tell them that they won the lottery The only compliment from K-Rino you'll ever get You're probably the best weak rapper I ever met You came late homeboy class been in session You fools will never learn like waterless swimming lessons Eliminating you before a minute passed Look on the bright side, at least you were the first person to finish last