Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dr. Jack, artist - K Rino. Album song The Skills Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2013
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Dr. Jack |
Right this way |
Make yourself comfortable |
Lay on this gurney |
Let me take you on a journey |
Oh, this needle? |
Oh, pay no attention to this needle in my hand |
Look over there, what’s that? |
My thoughts write with cause and excitement that sparks lightning |
When I start typing EMF monitors start spiking |
Raw mic torture officer, forcible strife causer |
Human version of a DVR, actual life pauser |
Flammable head scanner burning primitive grammar |
I see life through the view of a thermal imaging camera |
Each word that sits beneath my wigs raw |
Bizarre cause under six seconds I fixed a million mixed bars like jigsaws |
I turn cyborg when I plug in mic chords |
I commence the right scores and absorb growing circular light orbs |
My yawns resemble tiger-like roars leave wounds when I fight wars |
That look just like infected spider bite soars |
When the beats played I participate in phrase relays |
My talent’s infinite and unlimited, yours is prepaid |
I was drafted by a team of space renegades and remade |
Got traded after three days due to failure to behave |
See, when I drop the bomb you should not respond |
That’s a mismatch like Brock Lesnar in the octagon with a soccer mom |
What I’m reading you is not even new, it was breeded two |
Centuries back squeezing the fluid through a timeless feeding tube |
My flesh is florescent, my essence perfected |
My chest is connected so each lecture’s directly ingested |
You ain’t deep at all, you need to give me a call, I speak through walls |
And people fall and seek treatment like they was breathing ethanol |
Rap revolution, I’m never neutral to execute you |
I’ll set a crucial mix of septic juice with your Metamucil |
We strike mic hands like Thai pads and ignite strands |
Of saliva that’s disband organs and glands when the first bite lands |
My tribe is hard to describe, I built a ride and glide where eagles fly |
But it got denied because it wasn’t legalized |
Let me advise, I’ve been energized and revitalized |
By a 105 over-sized radioactive fireflies |
Beyond DEFCONs the level I’m on |
Rip through your lungs like the jaws of a megalodon |
Wet you like Evian, that’s mileage in my lyrical knowledge |
Unidentified objects guided by invisible pilots |
Well balanced symmetrical topics I hit your section and shock it |
Just like a knife in an electrical socket |
My creativity exists in a perpetual pocket |
Defying physics flying in multi-directional rockets |
I graduated from cerebral school, the same night I received a tool |
A golden microphone powered by diesel fuel |
My pamphlet sits as a mantlepiece, when it heats it can’t decrease |
Rap mass transits speak faster than Durant’s release |
If my message ain’t impressing you, I’ll make a greater spectacle |
Leave Texas and long distance arm wrestle you |
For my flow base is hard to locate, I’ll pitch eight tons of hate over the plate |
I throw knuckle curves that go straight |
My right hand never landed, it glanced him |
Still caused gigantic canyons, kidnapped aliens for whole planet ransoms |
Red beamed your camp till shirts get extremely damp |
Then make a clean vamp into a Coke bottle size 'I Dream of Jeannie' lamp |
The pyromaniac burning thoughts and brains with arson gains |
The smoke that came off the flames departs in pain |
Relaxed to the hilt, the raps that I’ve built |
Trigger chaotic variations in the axial tilt |
When K’s in the mood, I be mic tasing a dude |
I won’t eat unless there’s broken razorblades in the food |
Check the evidence, I inject permanent speech impediments |
Charge elements of malevolent cyber intelligence |
I’m taking part in extreme events |
High level experiments that seem intense when team members switch fingerprints |
I spoke and tease even dope MCs, my outer body skill I show with ease |
While breaking in your house from overseas |
Intellect bench-press land masses and then wreck |
I trend set and deck rappers with zebra kick chin checks |
We leave frauds served like hors d’oeuvres |
Cause we speak raw words that hit the ground so hard that the cars swerve |