Concentrate
Dig deep and concentrate
Now relax
Now get em

I stomp his head till his conscious bled
My content once it’s read drops the gauntlet on a dumb incompetent unprepared
The numbers said: we share no common thread
Stumbling and running scared even after I shredded his body from his legs
Mumbling, like you on a ton of meds
Imma spread my dominance beyond the edge of the Earth’s horizontal ledge
I wanna see these chumps in a dumpster dead
Plus I’m the one who lumbers through the haunted house hiding under the monster’s bed
That’s how I reflect on past days, I made his body mass raise
Filleted to the plasma cascades to the glass blades
I never conquered my mad phase
But back in my lab days I found a way to dash straight through a zig-zag maze
I’m more than a hybrid, I’m an enlightened oracle psychic
Who can spite for your nicest lyric before you can write it
Ignore you in crisis for inciting war with the righteous
Gorge through the night, organs I bite and absorb till you’re lifeless
Fire lyrics, like cryophoenix here is crystal clouds with Pyro spirits
Not yet invented so I’ll just pioneer this
Spiral towards my rival’s most right of spirit
My sound decibel height can be so frightening only certain types of spiders hear it
Never could love you, so you destined for trouble
Shove you in some boarding water while I’m playing and catching the bubbles
So keep your crown, we ain’t playing on equal ground
I break the people down then turn up in a corner like eastern brown
Elaborate graphics, you know K has em
Convolutedly in to ravel just like crochet patterns
I kidnap them, then I broke they talon
I got an internal navigational map that locates atoms
When K-Rino performs, they welcome me with open arms
The heat is so beyond the norm, the warmth could set off a broken smoke alarm
Ideas comin’ in in clusters, then I rush ya with an endless thrust of slugs then I have you ticking like you kin to Usher
Show blatant evil, then I make a sequel
Words escape the page
Turn into hateful eight-foot beetles and start chasing people
I spit so hard I use my first to rob
I lodge a sharp, twisted rod through sixty fraud artists and make a shishkabob
You should’ve read the newscast that said my head was growing too fast
So massive, I use trash bags for do-rags
The life-breathing poet
So deep and stoic when I’m dreaming, I could sleep inside a burning house and not even know it
They think that I’m a damn fool
I like a chance to run my hands through your face like a scalp covered with shampoo
A crump couple seconds gets you in much trouble
Two men in one: the main character and the stunt-double
When I’m in route it ain’t nothin to riff about
I got a twenty-two caliber pistol mouth that shoots missiles out
No human can absorb that
Attack eighty-four tracks then gallop off laughing in the darkness on horseback
I make your whole house topple over
Snap your neck and pop your shoulder
All by pressing B on an X-Box controller
Your favorite word sayer, angriest plagiarist chaser
Vaporize a traitor with an upgraded laser eraser
You not even a stepping stone, his neck was blown when he left his home
I get a dial tone on a disconnected phone
Bless your zone and make loaded weapons moan
And without getting nekkid prone, I’ll get your chick pregnant although she slept alone