Artist: K-Rino Album: The Day of the Storm Song: Ready to Ride Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) 4...3...2...1, ha Where my keys at Let's go all the way in [K-Rino] I'm the breeder of much needed, magnificent reasons I make it rain by throwing loose change, the strippers be bleeding Got the full intelligence, of 22 grown men You can mute me, and I'm still louder than your whole team You couldn't bump me off with ten rifles You in the final stage of being washed up, I guess that mean you in the spin cycle Don't have to ask me if I'm ready man, I'm clearly down My demeanor's so agg'd, that you can hear me frown These rappers wanna knock me off feet But I'm taking em out every night before I sleep, like they were false teeth I'm lyrically wild, I thought that I was senile Cause I got a different number, every time that I hit redial Riding down your street, thrashing the beat I'm one deep driving the car, from the passenger seat See I don't play, I'm all about bis' I eat hundred dollar bills, cause I like to put my money where my mouth is [Chorus] I'm ready to ride All these undercover sissies trying to rap Don't make me ride The word mercenary gotta stay strapped No, you can't hide Swinging on em, with a superman slap Don't make me ride The word mercenary gotta stay strapped [K-Rino] Last of all, your skill ain't worth discussing Normally I'd start by saying first of all, but I can't see you being first of nothing Build a vocal monument, then put my book in it My verses are hot enough to smoke you, till you look tinted I'm seeking war with you, a quick loss is calling you I sleep on watered down toilet paper sheets, without falling through I searched through the daylight, until I found night I sink my teeth into the beat, called it a soundbite An underwater fortress, is where I record this I don't use a mic, I rap into the blade of a swordfish Once and for all, I make negative responders fall Phone battle Holocaust, ten thousand rapper conference call Flammable tongue mask, with a lightening effect I can have two left feet, and still kick you right in your neck Schooling you, is what I beautifully do I black out and then record, so when I hear my songs they new to me too [Chorus] [K-Rino] You harmless as a daffodil, I attack and kill I'm in the mood for fast food, I want a seven piece whack rapper meal When I get adamant, they tell me that I have to chill Assassin lyrical genius, K-Rino backwards skill You can't prevail, cause you fraud on a large scale Like a homeless cat, claiming he having a garage sale For years straight, I'm moving at a great rate You at the crib, working out with a shake weight You faking tough, get your vocal communication up We was talking face to face, and he was breaking up Don't need blunts to complete, verbally leap stunts My calendar got 365 days, in each month I race through time and space, like a TV chase Every two thousand units, I pop out of the c.d. case I'm the underground, hydrochloric acid buyer Quieting baby rappers, with hundred pound pacifiers [Chorus]