Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forensics, artist - K Rino. Album song Solitary Confinement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Forensics |
I flow in a boastful motion then go into a postal explosion |
That angers oceans and causes coastal erosion |
A non-negotiable rogue choking, left throats broken |
I’m not sociable but I’m open to smoke you into lotion |
Millenniums might appear before your sight clears |
Point blank range to K-Rino's a million light years |
I hang in the high planes get paid to use slang |
In battles my molars change into rattle snake fangs |
My brain is a Saturn thrown arrow |
My cerebral waves travel to a depth that will make abyss' look shallow |
Each page of my speech holds the rage of a beast |
On a stage I laid in a locked cage on a leash |
A literary stake I drive in ya |
They call me the 'Cinco de Mayo Killer' cause I may put five in ya |
Infect you with a sick line that’ll stay alive in ya |
The CSI guy might die when he starts describing ya |
I bomb ya with deep extreme New Jack trauma |
Yet I’m calm enough to sleep between two black mambas |
Butt naked without a suit of armor or gun or snake charmer |
And if it’s cold I’m a hold 'em next to me to stay warmer |
My malice extreme, I ravish through talented teams |
I was seen tearing a spleen on a balancing beam |
Through time no one has written more historical lines |
And left family members crying and picking floral designs |
See these stupid guy utilize foolish pride, my vocals shot through his ride |
Didn’t hit him but scared him so bad the fool just died |
Left him crucified with a noose applied |
Charged me with double murder his soul left his flesh and committed suicide |
Neutralize crews, how can you survive? |
My paper and pen explode like planets and meteors when the two collide |
You was tried then euthanized |
Me with a mic is like an arsonist and blowtorch unsupervised |
What I shoot will make Jupiter move aside |
Magnificent lyrical bigamist, verbal homicide is my newest bride |
Separate the truth from lies |
Treat ya like fast food places do your fries, murder you supersized |
See your death hand was willingly dealt |
I got a stealth that will make facilities melt in my utility belt |
I’m the paradox, the earthquake, the damage and the aftershocks |
My teeth are like jagged rocks that can chop and snap an ox |
It ain’t my fault you’re pretending |
I say the same rhyme twenty times with twenty alternate endings |
I’ll chase them down till I catch 'em |
And if he flex I’ma stretch him across the electromagnetic spectrum |
I cut writers to confetti, I’m the lyrical Jim Kelly |
I got the beast trapped in my belly |
He studied every line, said he had a style that he had perfected |
But I bet his petty mind’s not ready |
My head’s the conduit, the energy runs through it |
Write one bar and give you a year to respond to it |
All these dudes is rooted in foolish music, don’t misconstrue it |
Label new recruits are clueless, they grew from garbage to sewage |
I’m the shrewdest human moving, consuming nuclear fluids |
Proving I’m the truest, tutor students from Jewish to Buddhist |
If he so chooses, we’ll manoeuvre to the Moon to do this |
I’m the coolest and you ain’t got nothing on me like a nudist |
My rhyme is a time of scientific assignments |
Subject you to simultaneously variations of climate |
While my rep grow, your flows pinker than Pepto |
The keynote speaker at the necro expo |
Don’t feel me, ripping on camera, K’s worse |
I release lyrical spurts like gamma ray burst |
I said don’t feel me, ripping on camera, K is worse |