The Round Table

[Verse 2: K-Rino] Yo I'm usually polite But on my tape boy I'll cuss your ass out like Dolemite Hold the mic with a tight grip, start representing SPC president hitting freaky like Bill Clinton K-Rino, my Black Book spoke once It said, "How the fuck you come up with shit and you don't smoke blunts" Lyricist breaker, life taker, punish a faker So make another mistake I'ma run 70 blocks Then cock my mic up, Nothing to wipe up Been ripping since my crib stage Words pop lungs cracking your rib cage You beat me face to face? You got a better chance of hitting a Grand Slam with nobody on base