[Intro: K-Rino]
Runners get on your marks, get set
And prepare to collapse, never recover
Shoutout to Rob Quest from the Coughee Brothaz
Now let us softly smother, let's go

[K-Rino]
Faces explode when I'm in rip mode
My abode is so distant that there's 700 digits in my zip code
I spit loads of toxins from the get-go, the fluids drip slow
One roundhouse produces 64 kick doors
In my relentless quest to be fast, as I beat ass
I wear a ski mask while telepathically punching a speed bag
I master any task that he has
Truthfully I'm as hard to grasp as a 10 below Alaskan heat rash
I'm typing chaos on the keypads
Two day electrocution delay for that fool who sat in my seat last
And tryna school me as I teach class, that feat's past impossible
Like one biologically having three dads
They knew I was special in elementary
'Cause any time that we played hide and seek I would hide in a different century
See, not even one tenth of me has empathy
That's why essentially a universal police infantry was sent for me
Just know that if you call me on my main line
I'll show you how to train minds to write 20 insane rhymes at the same time
Top ten ever, who's better? You couldn't name nine
You'll never see my decline like paraplegic gang signs
I'll throw a discus that passes through a list of my resistors
Yet still has enough force to spit an isthmus
You know I'm mad when I flash and start going agg
And run you over fast wearing boulder clad shoulder pads
My rest levels decreasing increasingly
My time is deleted so easily that I hire people to sleep for me
I'll tell you secrets that you better keep
I'll leave bite marks on concrete 'cause underneath my feet's another set of teeth
See I release and resist devils
When this level of intelligence settle I can mentally twist metal
Competitors I keep a taste for
To make war with a snake I'll jump a skateboard from off of the 98th floor
Between crazy and genius is a thin line
I pin rhymes standing perfectly balanced on 100% inclines
Marvel to witness, my blitzes were met with some resistance
I'm so different that I have to study myself from a distance
My eyes are used as portal pools
For oracles watching tomorrow's news 24 hours before it views
It'll take you 3 days to relay a complete page
My essays are pre-laid a decade before the beat's made
I go mad and harass over notepads
A slow drag wearing a Jokers mask even when the music goes fast
Flows are kinetic, moving like a motor's embedded
My writing process is solar driven, photosynthetic
One day I may even clone and replicate me
That way I can start the game and substitute myself in to replace me
The answer to you breathing is to cancel you
Transform into a frantic moose and look for panicked fools to run my antlers through
The panics understandable
I'm writing random dissertations with hands cuffed backwards, shackled in manacles
Flammable words said overpowered what the best read
Successfully embedded a human brain in an insect's head
As fast as the average thought once I'm grabbing for your heart
The end will be so quick that it will happen before the start
You can be travelling far riding in your car
I'll throw a set of endless bars that lodge into your temple hard like ninja stars
Through the wormhole my hand comes
A hundred years up to smack your great-grandson for throwing a tantrum
I'm presently located in Sector 3
Which means to get to me successfully you need a blessed MC directory
If you message me and don't receive a text from me
I'm probably somewhere recklessly performing a blindfolded appendectomy
The non-compliant flying rhyme scientist
My writings take flight and ignite microchips that purified the environment
The dime is spit in iron grip minds psychic psychiatrists
With 96 violent proprietors on my client list
A hot mic's the knife that I'm slicing with
A late night swipe to your windpipe is the price of his indecisiveness
The eye witness was fire lit twice for this
I'll visit you in the night and teach you how you might exist conscious through lifelessness
Stifling viper licks strike your wrists and look like tiger slits
Every writer that spits in this cypher's hit with psoriasis
Smash your clown and leave your whole class astounded
As the drink I'm downing has the form of container with no glass around it
Once I've done it no man will recover from it
Respondents found with subatomic mini bombs that I pumped into the brother's stomach
So now the verse demand heightens
Each night I wrote a sheet and every word was in a different person's handwriting
I flame streets, people love to watch me shank beats
Before they read your words, they'd rather stare at my blank sheets