Heat Branga Lyrics
[Intro]
Do y'all know who I am? Let me tell you who I am
[Verse 1]
Yo, K-Rino the rectangular hyper-
Active genius creator of the rectangular cypher
South Park liver, ass-whuppin' giver
Lyrics cold enough to make a fuckin' snowman shiver
I don't listen to country soft rock or heavy metal
Rap motherfuckers I take to unimaginable levels
The abductor of fools ridiculous rhyme raper
Confiscatin' repossesed spirits sell 'em hoes for paper
If push comes to shove that shove gon' lead to shootin (pump pump)
Emcees die like ol ass trees I'm uprootin'
A contest I suggest not you get split
I battle 5 million sperm in the womb so you ain't shit
All that you can do is hate me your girl can only ride me
I got a microscopic scientist livin' inside me who guides me
I'm oldschool to the fullest fool, beatboxin' and cuts
Walkin internet, so log on K and download these nuts
[Chorus]
K-Rino is the motherfuckin heat branga
Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banga
To yo woman I'm that motherfuckin meat slanga
Hands up if you don't give a fuck, feel what I'm sayin
[Verse 2]
My skills are genetic, respected atomic bomber
Trainin' started at 6 months of age by battlin' my momma
She taught me well (yeah) and every now and then I shook her
She was hard to beat but by the age of 5 I finally took her
Man I'm trippin', but still rippin'
Subtract the whole by addin' hands to heads multiplyin' and ass whippin'
You're roastin' me, knowin' you ain't nowhere close to me
The organ relocator puttin' lungs were kidneys supposed to be
Reverse your parts, I put your lips below your waist
Give your mouth a shitty taste, and glue your asshole to your face
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I rise above petty shit and take a leak on it
Fuck a lovesong, I play a Dolemite tape and smash the freak on it
So hopefully you might get the flow for me
You're sweet as potpourri, openly wreck a motherfucker vocally
You came at me rhyme after rhyme after rhyme
But like Jordan you brought your ass back one too many times
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Stand in your midst I'm transparent you wonder were I went
Calculus trickin' a metric chemistry experiment
Allows me to vanish, I'm the wrong man to pick out
Lose my mind, bust in the courtroom moonwalkin' with my dick out
No, for sho', K-Rino go hard, I crush one
Like liquor I'm pourin lyrics out my book before I bust one
Yeah thats for all the homies that ain't here to witness
The wizard cerebrally scarin' these assholes shitless
Lets battle for cash, but if you're broke I'll take amps
Lamps, credit cards, firstborns, and food stamps
Man you're worse than seven hundred rude tramps with mood cramps
Recruit rappers and run they asses through lyrical bootcamps
Disaster, man, fuck livin' happily ever after
Retire my rap jersey and hang my mic from the rafter
I'm always in a cop's scope (yeah)
Like wresteling, landin' knee first on bastards from off the top rope
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It's like that. 2002, K-Rino and Rough IQ. Yeah, what's up to my boy Scott Raida. We kill all haters. SPC, [?]
