A old sage cornered me and adorned me with wisdom in enormous quantities
The next morning he returned and anointed me with clairvoyancy
My carnage couldn’t be harnessed, I bit through steel armory
A cloud of smoke floats where your anatomy stood formerly
When you think about how many rhymes that I have
It makes scientists wonder just how many minds that I have
A deadly scorpion was in my hand but don’t be alarmed
He wasn’t there to do me harm, he was just reading my palm
Volcanic spores coat my throat through every difficult quote
I see the entire galaxy in my peripheral scope
Look in my pupils as I torture you with stinging replies
Use the reflection of yourself to see the fear in your own eyes
Slice your wrists when this omen approaches, my flow is
Loaded with lightning voltage that jolts you like nitrogen narcosis
Your vocab needs practice
I write words that are harder to pronounce than ingredients on the back of the average food package
Prophecies and tales of distortion
Epic displays of powerful wordplay that reach Herculean proportions
You’re sick like the man who dies and tries to leave with his wealth
When approaching K-Rino, caution proceeds with itself
You get slain in the chambers of pain and sorrow
I stand before you in the present day reminiscing over tomorrow
You’re smitten with autism when bitten
I’m sittin’ over the constellation Orion, memorizing the unwritten
Spittin’ regurgitation for hours without quitting
The giant serpent that was hidden in the womb of a small kitten
Every molecule in existence my mental reflects
I rise and elevate to a point where planets look like specks
In a coma I’m nasty, my own rap pamphlets harass me
Styles harder to do than a blindfolded angioplasty
My impetuous skills are credited to the beneficent
You couldn’t write like K-Rino if you was a forgery specialist
The intricacies of my mental degrees
The raw insidious literary esteem that causes pencils to bleed
I speak black widow, mantis and killer bee
Made one language from all three
And spoke it while I spit a deadly soliloquy
So notice I keep my coldest weapon loaded
So saving his throat is hopeless
‘cause I wrote his eulogy over his epiglottis
Gave him my wickedest read
I only did it because the audience had never witnessed the atmosphere bleed
See I don’t pillage the dictionary to get new words in coherence
To try to give my vocabulary a supernatural appearance
Before we battle, they better clone me ‘cause when I start for you
I’ma be the only person who can pull myself off of you
I graze in a field of thought waves in a grammar maze
Every twenty-seven days I bathe in gamma rays
I breathe poetic wisdom, life granted to men
Like sunlight striking the equator causing the planet to spin
You panic within, in a ceramic bin I hand him his chin
I had amnesia and laryngitis and I still managed to win
I was a spark of light and no force was great enough to create and shape me
So I willed my own parents into existence so they could make me