Anotha Rhyme Lyrics
| Song | Anotha Rhyme |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Worst Rapper Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| Another rhyme, y'all | |
| Hey | |
| Hey | |
| You see me pull your cash out? | |
| The world don't want to see me last out | |
| I'll feed on sleeping pills | |
| Still ripped after I passed out | |
| You optically see what a perfect verbal model be | |
| I'm like a drug now | |
| So pharmacy's want to bottle me | |
| And K-Rino spit it | |
| Admit it | |
| Trick, it's got to be wicked | |
| I'll list rapper names | |
| And scratch them off like lottery tickets | |
| I'm the real wizard in the dark | |
| That you wanted to see | |
| My brain temperature at birth was 203 | |
| They say I'm deeper now | |
| That's how strong my game got | |
| I'm so far out there | |
| That I'm right back at the same spot | |
| Figured it out | |
| While I drop the stigmatism | |
| I got a rhyme for every existing microscopic organism | |
| Hey | |
| I can take what y'all bringing at me | |
| I ain't crazy | |
| I'm ducking cause the ghost of rappers I killed are swinging at me | |
| See, my vocal chords can stop a train | |
| I strain and pop a vein | |
| Trust me | |
| I can draw on you with a drop of rain | |
| Here I go | |
| I'm about to spit another rhyme (another rhyme) | |
| I'll add flows from another time (from another time) | |
| The whole universe is in my mind (yeah) | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Hey | |
| If you ever read my resume | |
| You'll see I'm capable of switching tomorrow out with yesterday | |
| Your lack of skill made me crack a crater | |
| When it comes to winning | |
| We couldn't count on you if you was a calculator | |
| I got dumped off | |
| So, my mind is black | |
| Stared at the beat for 3 minutes | |
| When they played it back | |
| My rhyme was on the track | |
| I see the platinum pieces you collect | |
| But fool | |
| I hook a chain up to the Earth | |
| And wear a pendant around my neck | |
| Mama said never let a fool beat you | |
| I'm a cool preacher | |
| You couldn't test me if you was my school teacher | |
| Concocted tense flows | |
| That pollute minds like _________________ | |
| My touch is strong enough to leave fingerprints on oxygen | |
| What's the approximate number of blocks I hit? | |
| Like glocks I spit | |
| Buckshots | |
| Toxic shit | |
| I got a box of it | |
| I took his life with intellectual karate | |
| Dumped him in three feet of water | |
| And they still couldn't find his body | |
| Here I go | |
| I'm about to spit another rhyme (another rhyme) | |
| I'll add flows from another time (from another time) | |
| The whole universe is in my mind (yeah) | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Spit it | |
| I'll release a rough sound in note | |
| Tell the truth | |
| When you hear me rapping | |
| It feels like there's a hand around your throat | |
| The way I kill rappers is beautiful | |
| Scare you so bad | |
| That you won't even show up to your own funeral | |
| Thoughts of me losing are outlandish | |
| I was a born artist | |
| _________ | |
| When he finished | |
| I walked up off the canvas | |
| I shoot pinnacles into your main vein | |
| You could sit next to me on a flight | |
| And still wouldn't be on the same plane | |
| Forget the body, man | |
| I got ________ heads | |
| I make haters spread | |
| More often than a prostitutes legs | |
| My vocabulary burns skin | |
| And kills your nerves | |
| Beat you with my rap book | |
| To make sure that you feel my words | |
| I make the simple things in life seem confusing | |
| They found out my flow was the supplement Barry Bonds was using | |
| In this last line I'm about to spit | |
| That what did it | |
| Matter of fact | |
| The line is so cold | |
| I ain't even gonna speak | |
| Here I go | |
| I'm about to spit another rhyme (another rhyme) | |
| I'll add flows from another time (from another time) | |
| The whole universe is in my mind (yeah) | |
| Sixteen murders in every line |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| Another rhyme, y' all | |
| Hey | |
| Hey | |
| You see me pull your cash out? | |
| The world don' t want to see me last out | |
| I' ll feed on sleeping pills | |
| Still ripped after I passed out | |
| You optically see what a perfect verbal model be | |
| I' m like a drug now | |
| So pharmacy' s want to bottle me | |
| And KRino spit it | |
| Admit it | |
| Trick, it' s got to be wicked | |
| I' ll list rapper names | |
| And scratch them off like lottery tickets | |
| I' m the real wizard in the dark | |
| That you wanted to see | |
| My brain temperature at birth was 203 | |
| They say I' m deeper now | |
| That' s how strong my game got | |
| I' m so far out there | |
| That I' m right back at the same spot | |
| Figured it out | |
| While I drop the stigmatism | |
| I got a rhyme for every existing microscopic organism | |
| Hey | |
| I can take what y' all bringing at me | |
| I ain' t crazy | |
| I' m ducking cause the ghost of rappers I killed are swinging at me | |
| See, my vocal chords can stop a train | |
| I strain and pop a vein | |
| Trust me | |
| I can draw on you with a drop of rain | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Hey | |
| If you ever read my resume | |
| You' ll see I' m capable of switching tomorrow out with yesterday | |
| Your lack of skill made me crack a crater | |
| When it comes to winning | |
| We couldn' t count on you if you was a calculator | |
| I got dumped off | |
| So, my mind is black | |
| Stared at the beat for 3 minutes | |
| When they played it back | |
| My rhyme was on the track | |
| I see the platinum pieces you collect | |
| But fool | |
| I hook a chain up to the Earth | |
| And wear a pendant around my neck | |
| Mama said never let a fool beat you | |
| I' m a cool preacher | |
| You couldn' t test me if you was my school teacher | |
| Concocted tense flows | |
| That pollute minds like _________________ | |
| My touch is strong enough to leave fingerprints on oxygen | |
| What' s the approximate number of blocks I hit? | |
| Like glocks I spit | |
| Buckshots | |
| Toxic shit | |
| I got a box of it | |
| I took his life with intellectual karate | |
| Dumped him in three feet of water | |
| And they still couldn' t find his body | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Spit it | |
| I' ll release a rough sound in note | |
| Tell the truth | |
| When you hear me rapping | |
| It feels like there' s a hand around your throat | |
| The way I kill rappers is beautiful | |
| Scare you so bad | |
| That you won' t even show up to your own funeral | |
| Thoughts of me losing are outlandish | |
| I was a born artist | |
| _________ | |
| When he finished | |
| I walked up off the canvas | |
| I shoot pinnacles into your main vein | |
| You could sit next to me on a flight | |
| And still wouldn' t be on the same plane | |
| Forget the body, man | |
| I got ________ heads | |
| I make haters spread | |
| More often than a prostitutes legs | |
| My vocabulary burns skin | |
| And kills your nerves | |
| Beat you with my rap book | |
| To make sure that you feel my words | |
| I make the simple things in life seem confusing | |
| They found out my flow was the supplement Barry Bonds was using | |
| In this last line I' m about to spit | |
| That what did it | |
| Matter of fact | |
| The line is so cold | |
| I ain' t even gonna speak | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| Another rhyme, y' all | |
| Hey | |
| Hey | |
| You see me pull your cash out? | |
| The world don' t want to see me last out | |
| I' ll feed on sleeping pills | |
| Still ripped after I passed out | |
| You optically see what a perfect verbal model be | |
| I' m like a drug now | |
| So pharmacy' s want to bottle me | |
| And KRino spit it | |
| Admit it | |
| Trick, it' s got to be wicked | |
| I' ll list rapper names | |
| And scratch them off like lottery tickets | |
| I' m the real wizard in the dark | |
| That you wanted to see | |
| My brain temperature at birth was 203 | |
| They say I' m deeper now | |
| That' s how strong my game got | |
| I' m so far out there | |
| That I' m right back at the same spot | |
| Figured it out | |
| While I drop the stigmatism | |
| I got a rhyme for every existing microscopic organism | |
| Hey | |
| I can take what y' all bringing at me | |
| I ain' t crazy | |
| I' m ducking cause the ghost of rappers I killed are swinging at me | |
| See, my vocal chords can stop a train | |
| I strain and pop a vein | |
| Trust me | |
| I can draw on you with a drop of rain | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Hey | |
| If you ever read my resume | |
| You' ll see I' m capable of switching tomorrow out with yesterday | |
| Your lack of skill made me crack a crater | |
| When it comes to winning | |
| We couldn' t count on you if you was a calculator | |
| I got dumped off | |
| So, my mind is black | |
| Stared at the beat for 3 minutes | |
| When they played it back | |
| My rhyme was on the track | |
| I see the platinum pieces you collect | |
| But fool | |
| I hook a chain up to the Earth | |
| And wear a pendant around my neck | |
| Mama said never let a fool beat you | |
| I' m a cool preacher | |
| You couldn' t test me if you was my school teacher | |
| Concocted tense flows | |
| That pollute minds like _________________ | |
| My touch is strong enough to leave fingerprints on oxygen | |
| What' s the approximate number of blocks I hit? | |
| Like glocks I spit | |
| Buckshots | |
| Toxic shit | |
| I got a box of it | |
| I took his life with intellectual karate | |
| Dumped him in three feet of water | |
| And they still couldn' t find his body | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line | |
| Spit it | |
| I' ll release a rough sound in note | |
| Tell the truth | |
| When you hear me rapping | |
| It feels like there' s a hand around your throat | |
| The way I kill rappers is beautiful | |
| Scare you so bad | |
| That you won' t even show up to your own funeral | |
| Thoughts of me losing are outlandish | |
| I was a born artist | |
| _________ | |
| When he finished | |
| I walked up off the canvas | |
| I shoot pinnacles into your main vein | |
| You could sit next to me on a flight | |
| And still wouldn' t be on the same plane | |
| Forget the body, man | |
| I got ________ heads | |
| I make haters spread | |
| More often than a prostitutes legs | |
| My vocabulary burns skin | |
| And kills your nerves | |
| Beat you with my rap book | |
| To make sure that you feel my words | |
| I make the simple things in life seem confusing | |
| They found out my flow was the supplement Barry Bonds was using | |
| In this last line I' m about to spit | |
| That what did it | |
| Matter of fact | |
| The line is so cold | |
| I ain' t even gonna speak | |
| Here I go | |
| I' m about to spit another rhyme another rhyme | |
| I' ll add flows from another time from another time | |
| The whole universe is in my mind yeah | |
| Sixteen murders in every line |
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