Blast on Um - K Rino

I’ma give you a ten out of a possible million

Beating K-Rino, wassup, who jumping on that?

A damn midget got a better chance of dunking on Shaq

These counterfeiters getting slain by vernacular

Daily I’m producing more bars than a soap manufacturer

Put me on the mic I win wars

Fuck over you like I was having sex with my wife in apartment upstairs from

yours

They goin hunt for you like Red October

I stood on the same side of the street for five weeks, cause I ain’t wanna

crossover

You say you make hits, H-I-T-S let’s see

Put the S in front of the H, that’s what it sound like to me

You took a catastrophical L and it’s time to pay up

And I ain’t got to dunk I’ll break the backboard doing a layup

And you don’t pay me what you owe me

And I ain’t whooping with a switch, I’ll beat his ass with the whole tree

Blast On Um

Forget his wife and his kids

Just verbally execute him for that shit that he did

And blast on um, uh

Just think homicide

Even after he apologize you don’t let it slide

Blast on um, yeah

Before he could blink

I’ll poison your mind and make you sick whenever you think

Blast on um

Hit 'em with dangerous words

That run for miles cause they contain a flight range of a bird

We look at you as trash (yeah)

You’re an imitation of the rapper who is imitating the one-hit wonder from last

year

I can’t believe that these fools done built up the gumption

Your rhymes softer than a fool with erectile dysfunction

The last rhyme I heard you say (wassup) I just couldn’t follow it

My stomach cramped up when you said it because I’m wack-flows intolerant

The truest, fool you got sliced up and you knew it

Your style is so basic and easy a caveman wouldn’t do it

Stop lying, your whole persona’s built off part of mine

A bootlegger heard your shit and said «this is where I draw the line»

You been trying to analyze me like you K’s psychiatrist

You must want a foot in yo ass like a gay podiatrist

See my rap’s a Venus Flytrap, I unfold

And catapult your soul across the spiritual threshold

Till they know you faker than a dildo

I call you «30 seconds» cause you the commercial shit that interrupts the real

show

Got damn!

Look what you made me do, muthafucka.

I told yo ass to shut the fuck

up and guess what’s coming to ya!

But nah, you wanna open up yo MUTHAFUCKING

MOUTH!

So I’ma stick this pitbull on ya.

K-Rino where you at?

The only way that you can drop a tight CD, you clown

Is if you pick one of mine up and let it fall to the ground

Don’t get mad because your mind can’t follow me

That’s like expecting a '92 cellular to have iPhone technology

Hit you with every deadly word I know, insert a murder flow

That staggers you worse that a wino in vertigo

When you step into my zone it gets hot

You in the wrong space like an able-bodied person parked in a handicapped spot

Now when I see you, I ain’t talking a paint in your lame ass

Like a college student and a fifth grader we ain’t in the same class

Like a young trick in love, I’m turning the game out

The best case scenario is if you blow your brains out

They call me the paper stacker, with a trunk full of ends

They call you a pain in the ass like a punk and a pen

And when K-Rino places you in interrogation

You get took out like bad kidneys in transplant patients