Intro Flow - K Rino

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Hollywood

You’re getting ready to see life how we live it, like we see it

This was from the bottom, Houston, Texas

From the hood to your hood

Pimps, hustlers, money getters, ex-cons and cons

It’s real, it’s real out here

The other day I discovered I wasn’t born from my mother

My daddy strapped up but somehow I developed inside the rubber

Word patterns, I’m holding a uncountable assortment

The first man to put a body inside of a glove compartment

My delivery sticks you with hair-trigger calligraphy wizardry

The flu left my body ‘cause it was sick of me

Challengers don’t wanna hear what I wrote

So get a punchline, I drop rappers by clearing my throat

My pen is messed up, it need to be fixed

It’s been used more times than food stamps by project chicks

Them weak documents you wrote boy, don’t ever submit ‘em

Rappers that died years ago is still afraid I’ma get ‘em

You think you deep, boy?

You couldn’t read my mind

If I took some paper and wrote M-y M-i-n-d on each line

Pass me the mic and in twenty minutes time

I’ll beat more raps than Michael Jackson and OJ Simpson combined I hate your

freestyle, I wanna pop ya with lead

The only flow you’ll have is blood off the top of your head

Imagine yourself bludgeoned with a car fender

You’ll get drunk inside my sixteen bars ‘cause I’m the bartender

Any phrase you blaze I’m wrecking that

I drop ten too many verses on a 25 second track

They fall while I might check in the beats

Like a car in a collision, you’ll get wrecked in the streets

Take five fingers, fold ‘em and get a fist

Or take one index, squeeze the whole clip

Anything harder than this, name the price on it

You can bet the wager with your money or your life on it

I put my stripes on it, any nigga try and test

Put him on blast like a man tryna wear a dress

Told AC day one I’m a factor

I’m bringing MO City and a bunch of bad actors

Two Ks pointed backwards, but G Rap

We military minded getting money in the trap

B-1 certified OG

And we riding with the three and the SPC

They like, «Yo, man, who is it?»

The Spokesman and The Wizard

Spitting flows as cold as North Pole and in a blizzard

It’s time for Young C-l-i-n-t, the Spokesman

Got rhymes I’m ready to push like a shaken up Coke can

My music abuses fools who choose to commit the truest

Don’t want any of you to confuse the reason I do this

It’s sixty percent for the love, ten percent for the change

And the other forty percent is for exercising my brain

Leave competitors in hospitals feasting on IVs

What drives me is to know that you niggas don’t like me

You think you can fuck with my rhyme, huh, wanna bet

‘cause I done survived two tracks with The Wizard and ain’t got murdered yet

It’s that chick you niggas love to be with, hate to compete with

Word on the streets these hoes claiming they got beef with

The same bitch when I spit I’m making niggas stumble

‘cause when I step upon the mic, embrace yourselves, hear me rumble

You crumble at the sound of my name

I got these niggas flipping like an acrobat and fiending my flows like ‘caine

Now it’s a shame when I got in this game

You cats underestimated me, now the coldest ni**as in pain

I’m raping their fame, start shit, bitch, better guard your frame

You’re insecure with your career?

Shit, then dodge the game

Beware Ms. Trigga ain’t no bitch in my veins

I’m down for whatever, it’s clever whether I’m addicted to pain

Ayyyy, what?

It’s Infamous Black

A small introduction to the future of rap

A downfall for thirty days and the sound hard facts

Of my pain and my blood, I laid it all to the track, ‘kay

And K say, «Man, you got my back?»

Most definitely, you remember that «Mo' Gangsta» track?

When we rode on them busters, we ain’t cut ‘em no slack

Matter fact we doubled back with a max for the stacks

Give me that, it’s probably best that you save your

‘cause when they tied up the gimmicks, your shit sit on the shelf

We keep it moving, nigga, from right to left

Plus we here to kick knowledge like cousin Jeff

So when you see me on the streets, nigga, check yourself

Bow and pay homage to one of the best, nigga