K-Rino
Man Up
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
The best way to prepare for me is to choose your words carefully
Thoughts inherently put down, left my therapist needing therapy
Listen, unto you I say verily that I tear your arms standing transparently
Momentarily you won’t know where it be
I run through you like water do
You a part of my imagination so how can you think of hurting me when I thought of you?
You ‘bout to orchestrate a war with fate
My scoring rate soars for hours straight just as sure as 4 and 4 is 8
I read a list of those who scared of this, rhyme experiments are errorless
It’s perilous walking blindly through my edifice
My every thought’s a leap
Acid rhymes dissolved the paper’s lined which made the verse collapse and words fell off the sheet
I’m reinforced with heat that can torch a beat
And scorch an unseen microorganism from across the street
Scholars from other planets be bringing my books
Interplanetary lyrical phantoms be singing my hooks
When you start showing off, I intercept the path you go and cross
Reset money like an NFL referee at the coin toss
No coping with death, you hoping I crack
Man, you so wack that you couldn’t open up for the opening act
I put the pressure on, brother you the worst or the best you’re gone
Unmatchable methods exist in my mentality’s upper echelon
My foes be feeling these murderous abilities
We the realest Gs, I go off just like unpaid utilities
I spill degrees first you reveal with ease, Dope got more tracks than weeds
I breeze through, spit a half a line and kill MCs
Get overzealous when I’m smacking fellers
If it’s life after dead, you ‘bout to find out but too bad you can’t come back to tell us
[Chorus]
Step in the ring, it's a KO in the middle
So don’t you ever try to test this man
That’s the founder right there, you either man up or walk off
Man up or walk off, you either man up or walk off
Step in the ring, it's a KO in the middle
So don’t you ever try to test this man
Chains, diamond rings, you either man up or walk off
Leads to your property, ay you either man up or walk off
Stuff like that

[Verse 2: Dope-E]
My rhymes eat wack emcees up for lunch
And you ain't gotta be Hawaiian to get a punch
A skull and bone crusher, murder emcee perfectly
Aerodynamically, turn back the dust when you challenge me
I’m Dope-E, yeah I’m back with a head full of hair
When I speak these rhymes, they spark and flare, I break an MC down with a cold stare
You claim you smart but you kill me there
I heard you used up all of your lifelines the first question on Millionaire
And you got it wrong, to tell the truth, ain’t no preparation
No other alternative route, death you facing
I’m Dope-E, you can’t beat me, defeat me
The corner’ll find you wrapped up in plastic like a CD
This ain’t Raekwon but you can call me a Chef
‘Cause I can cook up a Dope-E rapper dagger then slice you to death
Your basketball got stole, I took it
Then fake left and shake back to the right, went back to the left, took it to the middle, penetrated the hole
I radiate raps through your backpack, wear an aerial fitted cap
Pierce the lungs with a scapula and you heard it clap
But your heart collapse, cardiac arrests when I dart at your chest
Dope-E with K-Rino, Hip-hop art at it's best
Your label heard me rap, now your contract is void with a breach
Rhymes tighter than biker shorts on a three hundred pound woman at the beach
To tell the truth, life is a raw game
They think I featured in The Wizard of Oz ‘cause I got control of my straw name
The beat pounces, the frequency bounces
Your newborn baby raps don’t hold no weight measured in ounces
Most emcees be wack like they bite from each other
My rhymes known to play both fingers against the middle, I have y’all fighting each other
[Chorus]
Step in the ring, it's a KO in the middle
So don’t you ever try to test this man
That’s Dope E, you either man up or walk off
Any rapper in the UK, you either man up or walk off
Step in the ring, it's a KO in the middle
So don’t you ever try to test this man
America, Africa, you either man up or walk off
Spain, bring it, you either man up or walk off

[Outro]
SPC, from the old school
Twenty years later, in a new school
But it ain’t even all about that
It’s about this now school
Any one of y’all stepping, man
C’mon, bring it
I’m battling for the crib on MTV, higher living
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s up, the deed to your land, your property
Any one of y’all wanna bring it
All over the world, bring it, that’s what’s up