[K-Rino]
I drive my load so wild that it's hard to ride sober
When I want to switch lanes, I make the road slide over
My style's are placed on a private base
With each one of the phrases I create need a thousand acres of closet space
To face K-Rino is hard luck, I spent the whole day
Connected to a Dodge truck letting my body charge up
You can't avoid the true test
I don't use earthly ammunition you'll need a asteroid proof vest
I speak the language of the insects
My hands are twenty screen cineplex with a live volcano's heat index
Me not the best, you shouldn't have said such
Surgical-like hair cuts are the results of sling blade air ducts
For no reason my cerebrum improves with the seasons
Upon release my thoughts produce ectoplasm excretions
My anecdotes receive standing O's
And blow gashes the size of cantaloupes, you'll need a car cover to bandage those
The more I study, my advantage grows, a true alien and it shows
Dove from a cliff and landed in a mantis pose pose
My monograms have been known, pretend clones I send home
And uppercut your chin bone until it's ingrown
I'll peel until your skin's gone
On the field, I'll let you score because I planted landmines inside the end zone
You suffer plagues and afflictions, I'm the clairvoyant
Who predicted Nostradamus would make his predictions
I stood over the monuments adorned with celestial bodies
That hung from my arms like tree ornaments
This is the vengeance for decadence
The restitution will recompense with infinite spread measurements
The scholastic rap chaplain
I clap until the whole world notices the presence of your absence
The egg inside a vultures nest is where I go for rest
My flows ingest amalgamate with moulded flesh in coalesce
I rocket through the cosmics with aeronautics
You are product of [?] and a builder of anthropomorphic objects
I got a mind that far dated Einstein, reincarnated 9 times
With raw jaded lines cause I'm
The electric wire light proprietor of the fire core
Kaleidoscopic hybrid with the jaw of a dinosaur
Vice gripper windpipe with a right claw when I fight in war
Got the power to switch tomorrow night with the night before
I'm the combined Rodimus and Optimus Prime
I was designed to carry 8 mics at a time and drop an octopus rhyme
One day, I'll end my recitals and pass down the title
But for actions of my disciples I won't be held liable
No man can put an end to this ministry
Aided by chemistry in the seven centers of spiritual energy
The pseudo intellect speaks cynically till they see me visually
Paint word portraits with asymmetrical symmetry
Which some insist to be contradictory but I'm beyond what's done traditionally
What's hard for some is done by me simplistically
But as I say on this beat today you'll hear no from K
So, now I lay in deep silence and listen to this organ play