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"Get Ready"

Who the fuck am I? N-I-N-O
I will never ever fall, real niggas know my M.O
Heads up, look out, the kid is back, Uh-Oh
Somebody done did it, admit it, I am pissing off my critics, listen
The kid's a cynic, with lyrics, most consider quick witted
I don't scratch a bitch's back, while others is itching to get it
So WHO AM I? You fuckers know that Nino's sick
I am to the underground what Drake is to an emo chick
"Don't do it, please don't do it"
Whatever's in my way I'll blow a hole right through it {Blaow!}
Move out my way, Come on, get some pep on ya step
An internet message could get ya whole crib Virgina Tech'd in a sec
Cyber threat me? I'll see you with a gat that's chrome
Act like I'm a clap ya dome & film it with my camera, holmes
But I don't dry snitch on myself, so bitch this ain't going on no website, like Chris Brown snatching phones
Fuck a crew, I stand alone, I'm my own anchor, I'm in my ghangis zone
I'm Sugar Ray with hands of stone
Nino is not the one to fuck with, leave that man alone
If not, this Cannon's blown like when Mariah's man's at home
Now that's a dome shot, on top
Shit, some say I deliver the flow, illler than Hov, where's Hov's gwop?
When son drop, no filler, shit every song's hot!
I get to the fucking point, like skipping through a porn's plot (yeah)
I'm always on beat like an armed cop
The one-man army, like I'm camping and tubing, non-stop
That's for my gamers, know, My Aim, defines range
Try, you die, It's Michael Meyers, running around with lightweight
I played, it my way, so Why Hate?
I just drop that shit for the streets, no Bridesmaids
The Tri-State, knows I'm great when I take
Beats, and apply rape, it hits ya chest like a wild ape
Fuck H.A.M I go Tarzan it's Arkham
City in the heartland of the hood where we starving
You know that marksman reps
Ya buzz? I don't care for that Holmes like Mark Sanchez, look
The boss soldier is back, my break is all over
Sorry that I disappeared like Lebron in the 4th quarter
I came, I saw, and conquered, never sold out a concert
Flowing bonkers got me features and promo with no dough or sponsors
I hate to shoot, look what you made me do
Silencer with the potato, don't worry for ya wake I'll get a tailored suit
Witness the onslaught, you could say it's fluke
I'm like a tar-heel that's amped for my rival but I ain't playing duke
I got this OnSmash, Spit shit these blogs like
FLOW is 2DopeBoyZ, should I switch it Nah, Right?
MrExclusives here, I got that shit I'm making records
That'll take a second to get, but literally it'll Shake the Meka
I'm playing reckless, run into a DJBooth
Like "play that HotNewHipHop, Nino is The Savior & The Truth
It's game-time Okayplayer, I'm lighting ether near The Smoking Section

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