[Talking:] Ha, Ha, HA, HA! Welcome Uh, to Flow Session Number 1 To Flow Session Number 1 C'mon Uh, to Flow Session Number 1 To Flow Session Number 1 K-Rino, K-Rino, K-Rino K-Rino, K-Rino Check this out [Rapping:] Yeah, I need a rapper I can call out I'm going all out and like hair after a ball spot I rip skin ain't no repairing the facial terrace Black pen, white paper that's in a racial marriage (woo) I turn rappers to vegetables it ain't no use flexing When I'm done the stage look like the prodosection You can't handle the pressure you need to come harder My words fuck ya head up like a drunk barber (yeah) I shoot slugs rappers debating and reply I'm out-manning you like Peyton or Eli (fosho) You say I'm trash but you steady try'na copy me You full of shit like a basket at a shopping spree I want cash so pay me yo how my skill erase (erase) Picture my foot in ya ass for twenty years straight They say I'm heavenly Cause I gave you light to the game like Viagra did for dudes over seventy Uh, B.B.I. rap hustlers with plenty moves You fake bobbing paying notes on ya tennis shoes My clever rhymes stuff and lose (yeah) The only punch line you know about is waiting for a cup of juice Thighs super sick solid as the earth is settle (indeed) If sick means great then yo lyrics are in perfect help Don't nobody support you, you can't be the man You like a house with no air-condition you need a fan Flow Session Number 1 See my words got the white Howard jumping Power The crowd making faces like they swallowed something sour On trial for cutting seven rappers wrist off No I didn't bleed insanity I bleeded pissed off You stole my style you gotta alot of nerve talking You need to find ya own space like reserve parking I got some deep stuff to put on ya mind I call you out like a Hooper with his foot on the line You ain't never been squat so you dissing my joint Like a hand with no fingers fool you missing the point When I come I make em hit the gas lyrically I'm quick to blast You can say 'hello' and smile and I'm like 'kick ya ass' These fly rappers they can't seem to make ya minds up I'll blow ya watch in the sky that mean ya time's up I love ya girlfriend every time I spend the night It's always on like a used car engine light I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig I make rappers move around like foster kids Feel me homie I'm sick of all this rederick (rederick) My rhymes got ya open like they set a pick (huh) Everybody wanna get mad and grab a heaters I added money by the minute like cab meters I'm a forced to be wrecken with Of the no good like a reverend's child watching a naked flick Ya see my words manage to cause nerve damage Intelligent for steal ghetto as a serve sandwich I exfoliate; you can hold your weight I heard ya rapping to a fence like I stole a gate My ideology see em in my own jabber (Bing) You should be allowed to featured on ya own album If ya got a heater dude you better low it fast How the hell you a thug taking aerobics' class? Flow Session Number 1 He said he warn to be mashed up that bastard lying I prime up the past you because you past ya prime Women of men if you come forward try'na win I make you reverse like saying the same rhyme again My flow grevills it's like a defense with a clone at a rail-revers Come and eat at your receivers (woo) Who would ever ask for more? I fast-forward past the ward just to make the aftermath come afore See you like to dress up and show up with'cha hair all pressed up But me I tha, ca... man I messed up (that's aight) But then I came back on the same track Blow ya mind you can't even wonder where your brain's at Hit the conversation I vacation in the same cage as eight bass waiting from hibernation Concrete feet in the water chances are beating me I'm slimmer than a crack head with an eating disorder I'm taking the game over I'm in large in my zone Plus I'm building bars up like I was charging my phone Man I'm out here try'na get revenue while you capping You can turn to be all sniper I'm through rapping