[K-Rino:] 

You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs 

Graphed it with ausitic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics 

My mind, confines plenty rhymes 

Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds 

And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime 

A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129 

I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh 

Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener 

I won't have any problems, stopping ya 

The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I filet ya like tallopia 

My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks 

My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with 

I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics 

Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit 

My virus too strong, to call off 

I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off 

I spark the seas, that are hard to read 

I'm from a larger creed a martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede 

The strap cannibal, that rap fannels 

Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel 

The docotomy, my word logic locks you 

And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you 

You wanna have it, take a stab at it 

I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric 

Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge 

To your body's composite, from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid 

An apocalyptic, flame rips 

From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragment and many micro grains and brain chips 

I distribute facts, amongst ya 

The chiropractor, that replace needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture 

The inhabitant, of the labyrinth Babylon 

Paramount paragon, and ones we layed marathons with ninety pound batons 

And spark sun, cause I been hotter 

The Bin Laden sin plotter, that'll beat your ghost out of you like a pinata 

My information, level contagious 

Blazing abrasion, that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient 

When average rappers, scavenge passion from attabance 

I ramage anatomy savage, and won't even let the maggots have it 

Don't try to draft the chapter, after me 

You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually, hanging rope defying gravity 

The word merchant, that squirt serpents with a flow pump 

Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman, cause I get's no comp 

Your verses, are worthless 

My thirst is strong enough to cold Earth's water, from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface 

I'll leave a generation, birthless 

Carry hearses in other dimensions, while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses 

You quoting stuff, that ain't potent enough 

I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote, leaving out of your rap folder holding floating up 

Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic, if I use it right 

You gon lose tonight, and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write 

I'm overseen, by wicked guardians 

With entity after every performance, and make me slaughter part of the audience 

I never finish a battle, one paragraph they blue 

Just like a phone number, most rappers dash half way through 

I designed the rhyme, my wits that I could of read at first 

I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse 

I'll speak to your brain, and tremble it 

The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it 

Skills that are doping em, with opium 

The trophy I'm accepting, while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium 



[talking:] 

Go on say it dog say it, you cried huh 

(nah), you so mad you cried right you did 

You did mayn, you cried 

Shit, you were mad then a motherfucker 

You cried nigga, you cried 

What did you do, to deserve that shit