Firing Squad - K Rino

Them killers I’m send ‘em, murder coming with ‘em

Sixteen deadly venoms when I hit ‘em

Twenty ni**as die when I loose-leaf and pen ‘em

Spirits die too when I Bruce Lee and end ‘em

My firing squad hard, ya ni**as we don’t

Your body get burnt, charred, you’re screaming «Oh Lord»

Hit ‘em with the cannon, they existed no more

Nuclear bombs, no ceiling, no floors

Body count more when the horror

More than the, f*ck a folklore

F*ck a front door, blood we want more

Half the world dance 'til I want a encore

You ni**as ain’t ready, my heavy

Burst like confetti when I swing my machete

Then I’ma let ‘em loose, a hundred mad yetis

And level mo' sh*t than a New Orleans levee

Everybody know my mind so gone

It’s known every line so strong

People wanna know why I grind so long

Dammit, I’m a shooter with a blindfold on

Tryna beef with me, these emcees ain’t even on my frequency

SPC killers are increasingly more beastly

Wannabe Gs wouldn’t last one week with me

When I turn my mic on and shocked on it

When I’m through speaking a beat, got knots on it

I’m dropping soul pain, it’s hot in your brain

I snatch your collarbone off like a gold chain

I smoke lots of fellas like mozzarella

Whether killin' a instrumental or it’s a cappella

You’re not better plus your whole block is yellow

By the way, his wife’s a widow, I forgot to tell her

The things my pen do I teach in ten schools

Harder than a drunk dude tryna do a spin move

Every month, day, hour and minute I improve

You brand new to having some hype, I been cool

I’m starving and looking at you with a Ginsu

But ten fools talking sh*t on a menu

I set bombs off to explode in a venue

And sick rhyme serial killers on kin too

I destroy you on that pool table, teach you not to ever step

I’m a legend in this game, only preceded by my rep

I got style, I got skills, but that don’t even tell half the story

Usually I’m not one to brag, those that know me do it for me

Like a silent assassin, I just let my game talk

Playing at a high level, way before I learned to walk

If you gotta challenge me, you might as well just sell your soul

Make that do what I want, just like I had a remote control

People always asking, «How you learn to shoot that way?»

I just make it look easy, but it ain’t easy, player, like Rapper K

Really it’s just a gift from God, and if I’m gonna keep it real

I have to say I learned from the best, RIP AC Chill

SPC mo' still on the scene

Chucky the Killer, murder one, come like sniper

K-Rino, Ganksta N-I-P and their team

That’s the firing squad, we got them F16s

I f*ck with my team tough, I stay on the scene rough

Kill a motherf*cker tryna call my bluff

I’m too much to be touched, I splash his ab quick

My heart won’t tip when I walk in this b*tch

I’m not programmed for all that bullsh*t

I shotty him quick and I call it quits

With that lyrical venom, I’m about to hit ‘em and split ‘em

Kill ‘em and get ‘em every time I step up and I deliver this flow

You just don’t know, Chuck go and do that though

Pull up on the scene, I’m in SPC mode

And I rep that and by the G code I fire the stilo

Line ‘em up, time to face it, firing squad — can’t escape it

My culture — can’t erase it, my blackism — I embrace it

I can’t fake it, I can’t let ‘em make it, I can’t let ‘em slide

Lynch my brothers, rape my sisters, no, I can’t let that ride

I got pride, I’m fired up, I’m wired, flames up in my eyes

They be killing us in the street, some are sixteen, genocide

Mr. Cap of the SPC squad, penalizing corruption

Seventy-five rifles trained on ‘em, waiting for instructions

Destruction in my wake, my spirit you can’t break

My third eye awake, we marching the earthquake

When the 50 KR break, every chain be loaded and cocked

I’ll be there when the smoke clear, watch them all drop, ‘igga

This gon' be a slaughterhouse, yeah I can see it now

Your future in the palm of my hands, you ‘bout to die now

Ain’t no retracting your infraction, it’s a cold case

Put me in front of the judge, I got stone face

Shells in my shotgun too, plus they

Ni**as shooting out the back of the trunk, in moving cars

You don’t want none of these problems, ni**a, I promise

You gon' end up like the late Christopher Wallace

You can take it up with the Lord, he oughta clear it out

After I murder your flesh, I take your spirit out

K called the firing squad and I’m the serg

When B-1 get at Nard, then discharge

Air them clowns, lay ‘em down

Pioneer blazing, flaming crown

The return of the felon, aiming rounds

Devils get to running when the God’s in town

A time to kill, graze the field

The walking dead turn to talking heads

I’m the risen son from the hidden one

The forbidden gun come to end your run (good riddance)

We are splitting like the Red Sea deadly

Steadily on the grind, ancestors on my mind

After dress ‘em one time, nothing lesser than a nine

No pressure when I’m shooting off the rib ‘cause I’m snoozing

Moving for the kill for real

It’s the thrill of the kill that’ll seal the deal

Grip the grain of the heat like a steering wheel

Got your faith through Hades or The Pearly Gates, wait

No mistake who you’re listening to

It’s too late when death get to whistling through

It’s too late when your face in that firing squad

Your time is up, best believe we firing, God

Meet the lord of the perfect

Who want war with the force of that

Breathe the verse and the earth will crack, I tell ya

It gets no worse than that

Warning:, this how I attack this track

Murder One leaving suckers on they back

When drama comes, I set it off, this Southside killer

When I bust a round, you’ll gyrate on like a Jackson video Thriller

I’m the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin' with

I’m the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin' with

I’m the wrong rasta man, you’ll have wife and kids

And I’m the right motherf*cker that won’t let ya live

Dangerous, notorious, loving every minute of it

Inflicting pain, loved ones crying, soon they get over it

It’s a dirty game, it’s a game that we all chose to play

And you hear my heater whistle, when I start to spray

what I really wanna be

And if I’m gonna be a G with a key, break free from the scene

Get away, got away clean

With a Robitussin with a Sprite with a codeine got a ni**a on lean

Back in the days I was rocking the braid

Now these days it be rocking the fade with a piece and chain still gripping the

grain

Still but a damn thing change

thug thing, gotta get paid

Want twenty-twos just so I’ma sling some blades

Gotta hit the lye, gotta break the off on the spot with a Cadillac Escalade

Got a in the back, then back

Two Tec twenty-twos in a black backpack

Wanted countless stacks, you ni**as ‘bout to jack

Y’all punk motherf*ckers ain’t f*ck with that

Hit his ass for a knot to the fade with a cocaine rock to the fiends on the

block

Got 2014 like I say I win, double up again, ni**a, f*ck the cop

Mashin' them h*es and I smash the gas

Take two or three puffs, ni**a, dump the ash

Let a ni**a know f*ck the motherf*ckin' po-po

South Park ni**as ain’t scared to blast

I was creeping in the streets when I got the message about some drive-away K

I grabbed my forty-five, then bust a u, and texted I was on my way

Thinking about how I’ma kill these fools

And all the things that they mama would say

When I Instagrammed they photo, put it on Facebook with his head slumped kinda

this way

We retaliate, my street coulda been

I got beef, how you motherf*ckers' salad taste?

Plus I’m, f*ck what he had to say

Don’t reply to me, you jump fly with me

Your hood status don’t apply to me

Inside of me resides a beast

Leaving a bloody trail of emcees as far as the eye can see

With binocular vision, you will put yourself in a awkward position

Them DBX is a top competition

Beware the Coalition but y’all did not listen

It’s not my intention if y’all to come up missing

From your home or workplace

Shouldn’t have f*cked with K-Rino in the first place

Worse case scenario, you in a hearse face up

Them DBX ready to bust

So what I ain’t on a invite, still crash that b*tch at midnight

What’s beef? Soon as you see his ass, it’s on site

Respect is earned, not given, don’t cost nothin' to be a real ni**a

Money don’t make you a gangsta, no matter who you surround yourself with

When adjust your presence in the room, start gaining attention

That’s when you work that motherf*cker, sh*t get interesting

You get to see who’s who and what’s what

Then go in sweating and that p*ssy start opening up

Open your eyes, ni**a, I been here since the crack years

But damn it seem like ni**as done f*ck with me ‘cause I’m too real

Expecting me to fold as a whole but it’s no real

It’s only right for me to add it up and make the sh*t clear

I’m talking to you, old b*tch-ass, no-career-ass

Ni**as think they got ahead, but they still in fear-ass

How could you look me in the eyes of man

And say you love me when the knife is in my back as I stand?

But yet I’m everything you ni**as wanna be

Everything you h*es wanna see, I meant that

And everything you ni**as try to do I do it better ‘cause I kick ass

So no more Mr. Nice, minus ain’t the life

get ya killed, I’m firing ‘em up like it’s a drill and Rino paid the price

You about to witness some rapping and dome clapping

I’m leaving these suckers gasping, yeah I’m about that action

Too trill you can’t clone, my melanin too strong

Y’all got me up in my zone by talking on two phones

Don’t let that suit and tie fool ya, yeah I did politics

Before that, I was posted up with nicks

And CDs by bloodliner’s Nubian kush

Warrior, emperor, take the mic off the hook

I got ‘em shook, or maybe it’s the way that I floss

Paid dues in this game, it don’t matter the cost

South Park Coalition, they was the first crew

Southside representing, my ni**a, that’s what it do

Leaders don’t follow, they live to see tomorrow

When you beg, bum and borrow, it shows your words are hollow

Liars, snakes, snitches, users, moochers fall hard

They face the firing squad, oh my god

Don’t call ‘em now, it’s much too late

You didn’t change your ways so just accept your fate

SPC be the clique, we put heads to bed

I know you shook, the shadow of your soul is shaking scared

Perspiration, anxiety, today your ass gon' learn

P*ssy is a doorknob so we all gon' get a turn

Erotic, psychotic describes my mental system

South Park juggernaut, GT Hoodizm

Not tryna cap, but you ain’t been where I been, fool

I got more killers in my circle than the pen do

They say that orange the new black, I say no thank ya

I’m ‘bout my bread, keeping it business, the new gangsta

Stay on the grind, getting it the slow or the fast way

So many hefty bags, you might think it’s trash day

Stay strapped, ready to spray if yo ass play

So where your body fall, that’s where your body lay

Southside South Park is where we all from

Ain’t nobody saying sh*t when them laws come

Bust a snitch in the mouth and leave his jaws numb

And don’t start no sh*t ‘cause it’s gon' be some

Son of, I’m used to hearing them shots, boy

I’m used to seeing them cops on a ni**a ass, yes they hot boy

Better watch out for them scheming ni**as and them roaching h*e ‘cause they

plotting, boy

I’ma treat none of these ratchet b*tches like classy chicks ‘cause they rotten,

boy

The power to tour, collecting my dollars from crumbs

Inhaling my flowers in lumps, I came straight outta the slums

I want it all hundreds and ones and when I die, that’s for my son

My son, my son, say when I die, that’s for my son

Uh, young raised by the streets, had to blaze flame to the beat

Dedication every time I write, I leave my blood stains on the sheets

still f*cking up to eat, no hesitation, I ain’t got a thing

Mind gone, think I need a shrink

They watching me and can’t even blink

Blow it inside of ‘em, kill ‘em, I body ‘em

There ain’t no finding ‘em, I’m there reminding ‘em

I get your b*tch to blow me like

I got no time for your sh*t, you ain’t hot enough

Taking a break from the bake getting cake

You ain’t gotta eat red meat to know it’s a steak

I’m so cold on the flow, my shoes turn into skates

Icy the user like me, now they hate

What’s up with these ni**as? Motherf*ck they

Stacking your figures and these b*tches

I’m nice on religion, but I pray to God

Pray that it keep me away from the frauds

Spin around that’s the squad

Had to see what they made of, they so hard

And drop the sound, they done turn it into a job

We cleaning up shop, you are now unemployed

Allow me to hop on the track

Allow me to put real music on the map

Allow me to kill any beat ‘cause I won’t be defeated

I’m heated, believe it’s a fact

So now that I have your attention, I think I should mention that I am not

feeling you ni**as

Instead I’ma get on a beat and continue to eat, steady proving I’m killing you

ni**as

With that being said, I’m constantly getting that bread

Focused on staying ahead, no longer misled

Planning my future instead, don’t really care ‘bout the Feds

You heard what I said, I won’t be affected by negativity, instead I’ma grind

Building a empire for me and mine’s

So call it p-o-p, I hold it down

No pain, no gain

Stimulate your mind like cocaine

Better get in line like Usain

Wanna face the squad — that’s insane

I’ma get up in they mind, they ain’t stopping me

They can have a million guns aim at ‘em at me

I’ma run on the track 'til my feet bleed

They better phone home like E. T

Out of site, out of mind, I stay in the hood, I ain’t hard to find

Trump and Hillary are out of line, they finna get hit better

I ain’t playing no games, I’m just telling the truth

Snapping they seals like I’m chasing the loot

Red rum so watch out

I’m squeeze on the trigger 'til they all out

Line ‘em up, one by one, I’ma hit ‘em with a verse, I don’t need a gun

Split wigs and pierce flesh, I’m down to get dirty but I stay fresh

Unleashing all the darkness, squad nonstop and cock it

Knowledge keeps the progress, Firing Squad in process

Six degrees of separation, we just need a separate nation

I’ma call it revolution, you can call it revelation

Spend it how you wanna spend it, plus put something funky in it

In this thing to show my naked ass and I’m a donkey with it

Coalition soldier, bruh, we’ll destroy and fold ya, bruh

The revolution won’t be televised, that’s what they told us, huh?

A million brothers stand with me, knowledge born organically

Oh say, yeah I can see how Uncle Sam don’t f*ck with me

The devil planned it all along, they want all the races gone

Smiling with them faces on, b*tch, f*ck you and that racist song

Here your twenty-one gun salute, b*tch, them twenty-one guns for you

Twenty-one guns they stop my flow and reckless tag gon' come for you