[Intro]
Okay ladies and gentlemen
Next coming to the podium we have little K-Rino
Who will doing a speech called "The Maniacal Manifesto"
Please welcome him with a warm round of applause as he comes to the stage and does his little song for you

[Verse 1]
Once my flow and me espoused, K-Rino will be aroused
Crowds gather in amazement as I'm lowered from the clouds
I'm so artful it should be unlawful
I record your life so I can fast-forward or pause you like DVRs do
The flawless grand martial, who imports volumes of thoughts from rap law school
And gives you minutes to memorise what I've taught you
I'm prolific, inventive, unlimited
Demented and so intent with the sin of my pre-eminence, I swim in it
Fast as a light flash, I swing the mic past you and dash
Leaving a gash in a meteorite mass
Nuclear isotones in my microphones
I use them for slicing stones and manufacturing Gaboon viper clones
Extremities, I cut those, juxtapose them in bowls
Swallow your pieces then regurgitate you up whole
I might resort to a cyberthought
And taught you so extreme that your life support machine will need life support

[Chorus]
It's the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoke you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hand that chokes you
The skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoke you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hands that chokes you
[Verse 2]
If you throw me off the podium? Please, fold it MCs
I carry mics on a chain like custodian keys
K-Rino don't need herbal upliftment
'Cause every night I'm delivered a different shipment of lethal verbal equipment
Style impressive, wild and aggressive, issuing private lessons
Teaching how to draw invisible person composite sketches
Vivid as gold, keep delivering blows
'Til your brain is imposed on by the bridge of your nose
No vision, I think you need your eyes cleaned
So I'm comprising a combination of gasoline and Vizine
From the planet, the dumb are banished
I swung my hand and once it landed his stomach looked like the inside of a pomegranate
Fact spitter, habitual hat splitter
Who attacks and granulates you into sacks of cat litter
I enter keys, print it out, then I leave
3,000 degree vehement fevers when I sneeze

[Chorus]
It's the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoke you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hands that chokes you
The skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoke you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hands that chokes you
[Verse 3]
I told your fans I'm the coldest man
I grow and then shrink you down to size and hold your clan in a Folgers can
Nervous and strained, I'm like turbulent rain
Serving you slang, every two minutes interpreters change
Perfectly trained removable and reinsertable brain
Airstrikes, with word flames, make convertible planes
My memory is so astoundingly cool
That I can view a full pool then tell you next week if an ounce was removed
I engrave raps under wave caps
Plus every day I run around the equator for 108 laps
After that, a hundred cats I'll bomb up
Erase a whole population before the Sun's up and that's just warm-up
Verses, you get bladed for just taking one
My phrases penetrate your tongue like a battery powered staple gun
And once the front and back's complete
I turn the same page over and it's blank because I write on everlasting sheets

[Chorus]
It's the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoke you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hand that chokes you
It's the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
The ideas that broke through, forcefully provoked you
Maniacal Manifesto, the hand that chokes you