Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip Side of Reality, artist - K Rino. Album song Plantation Rebellion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Flip Side of Reality |
I’m in a heavy metal vibe in a rage |
But since I don’t use a guitar I slam and burn bodies on stage |
I shout and spit at these doubting tricks because they counterfeit |
I’ll swallow dusk speck and knock a ton of dust up out of it |
I hold my folder overhead until my shoulders burn |
I’ll show you what I learned when I get back from the point of no return |
My bars be loaded with palsy |
My phone works in reverse, so I’ll hang up in your face before you call me |
Set you in the depths of this medley |
Once I lock you in my head G, you’ll never leave again like a dead tree |
They look at me and say this guy’s scary |
While you wearing a tiny backpack on books, I carry a library |
I stand calm through the chaos and violence |
And the only thing that breaks my concentration is silence |
Only classic lines rise from my lid |
Sometimes I think I wish I thought of that, and then I realise that I did |
My hand is faster than the eyes, so blink quick |
I’m so naturally instinctive that I swing fists before my brain thinks it |
The Anarchist who ran farthest through the grand darkness |
My flow scorches a man’s carcass like a pan’s sausage |
I spark mystical thoughts that rise about the hardest |
Raw enough to hide your car inside its own glove compartment |
The trained shogun so approach me real slow son |
Cause I don’t even trust the dude who told me to trust no-one |
When it leaves my mouth, it doesn’t take a strong amount |
One ounce of what I douse is like a glass of Kool Aid at Jim Jones' house |
You see he’s frail |
I’m harder than a seashell with deep spells that let me snatch DNA samples from |
emails |
You’re shell-shocked when the spell drops |
I almost went to jail for putting a bag of ricin in my own mailbox |
You specialise in phrase adoption, I display self-made concoctions |
Plus I break scales when I weigh my options |
My head spins forwards and backwards on an antenna-like axis |
Then I practice writing raps that cause anaphylaxis |
The lead professor, I go deeper in each semester |
The beat infector, specially trained continent reconnector |
My genius stripes been earned, the wisest men learned |
At my feet Einstein couldn’t have made it as my intern |
Verbal infern, no pity or concern |
I run circles around you full speed until I melt you with the wind burn |
Then send vocals out this world until the moon is warmer |
Walking through metal detectors with a suit of armour |
The true performer, writing volumes on a single pad |
And to your life your subtraction is the only thing I’ll add |
My mind glides like a high-tech design ride |
Plus I saw you clear as day from a blind side |
I made a big mistake, you’re not the guy I meant to help |
Disconnected my body parts just to reinvent myself |