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