Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Journey Thru the Metaphor Labyrinth, artist - K Rino. Album song 80 Minute Eternity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Journey Thru the Metaphor Labyrinth |
I morph into an arrow from a crossbow, forgo your torso |
And throw myself at the compartment where your thoughts grow |
Cardio blows kill your heart slow |
Composed decades of raw flow but lost no skill over the cost though |
My tongue got four blades like a Quattro |
When it sparks in war mode, it offs foes like a dog swollen from parvo |
I barked so hard my own jaw broke |
I host a talk show and narcissistic marks get roasted in the dark smoke |
My speech shocks like a hot grease pot |
The least drops secretes enough heat to leave potholes in the street top |
A hundred years later the heat stops |
To properly clean up what leaks out you need a thousand square feet mop |
Now I’m smoking brains over open flame steam |
And I’m throwing pain beams that make novocaine scream |
I’m lynching them with the throw speed of Lincecum |
And in the interim, no-ones even allowed to think, vision or mention him |
When I don’t have a mic device to flow on |
My spawned robotic protons let me to remove my whole arm like Voltron |
Then hard as granite my hand gets, my fist becomes expansive |
I speak through it and rapid vocals transmit |
The marvel syntax gambit, I ran it |
When the ethereal telephone is ringing I span planets to answer it |
As soon as you make a mad try to be a bad guy |
I’ma pass by, snatch and hide you inside of a flash drive |
Known to speak fast as gazelle feet |
While you release words that excrete the kind of discharge a snail leaks |
Rain, hail, sleet, I scale beats and reach rocket propelled peaks |
You can’t see me but feel me like Braille sheets |
Moving with the force of a whale fleet, I swell cheeks for twelve weeks |
My tongue punctures lungs deeper than nail cleats |
Over elite teachers I prevail sweet, completely delete |
And keep you between the border where Heaven and Hell meet |
Methods extend far beyond the weapons of men |
The heat pressure of my rap sheets registers measure of ten |
Hidden messages within my word lessons again |
Skill kills any time you put the ‘S' at the end |
Nonetheless I’m the professor who invented the test |
My consciousness got much compressed into a minute or less |
Happy to say that you’re a «Cast Away» captive of K |
Kidnapped tomorrow so you’re eternally trapped in today |
And time flies so I mixed and made it hard to surmise |
So an hour from now won’t even be there when you arrive |
I misdirect seconds with chronologic evil effects |
You have to rewind the time to find week after next |
Notice the threats that I exploded like loaded tecs |
Holes in his solar plex', his stomach turns like a Roll-O-Decks |
And then my throat injects a mainstream artist with spoken gangrene |
That’s so supreme it left a growth on him long as a planes wing |
Your back is dropped over the top of some jagged rocks, these |
Average flocks watch me like Magnavox as I shatter blocks and ravage spots |
The arrowbot whose so past the top I piss on astronauts |
With massive shots, I’m like two surgeons, I’m a paradox |
The more rotten rappers plot, the worse my habit got |
And oxygen is no longer an option when the cabin locks |
I stare at dots till my hair is hot, one of my savage plots |
Will have knots soft as a fabric washed bag of socks |
I rock a beat till the cops retreat, known to block the street |
And drop some heat even with taser guns shocking me |
I’m obviously elite you can not compete |
Jotted my topics deep into the night, when I finish writing the clock will sleep |
My jabs raps are great, they decapitate |
What used to be a rapper’s face is now only a neck under a massive space |
I’m half erased basket case |
Once my styles gas your place, they leave a 98 day after taste |
I multiply bars for more rhymes |
See when I design them I write every line differently four times |
My intellectual home is a terror zone |
My baritone is known to circulate strong psychedelic pheromones |
I shoot free throws with globes and bowl strikes with frontal lobes |
Compose and make a hundred robed scholars look like one year olds |
Stunning flows, I hold a tonne of those, right-handed atomic blows |
Medics don’t know how to keep holes in his stomach closed |
To grasp my ideas take five years |
My senses work in reciprocities so my ears see and my eyes hear |
So twisted that even love hated me, I insatiably ate for weeks |
I’m so crazy that bravery’s afraid of me |
Barricade yourself in the back of your house |
And I’ll be reaching through keyholes and snatching you out |
My multiple styles left him so toxified his throat fried |
The planet’s diameter, I was standing on both sides |
No surprise that I go harder than most guys |
And flow until he’s lifeless and won’t stop until his ghost dies |
The super speed letter monster |
I’m reading aloud fifty thousand words a minute on the teleprompter |
Dominate and skill preponderant, once the Sun was lit |
I lunged a tonne of spit and encompassed it for the fun of it |
That’s nonsense, not an honest accomplishment |
The velocity I’m coming with is so prominent the speedometer vomited |
Never seeking the glamour, I get deep in the grammar |
Slam my words into your face like the teeth of a hammer |
And regardless if your claws are cleaner, my internal bars are meaner |
Scar you in a large arena somewhere out in Argentina |
I walk a path between pacifist and acid fiend |
Blast you with gasoline, film it and watch it on a plasma screen |
My writing past supreme, flow tactics are baffling |
He last was seen a mile from Abilene in a vast ravine |
I watch these known cats recycle and clone raps |
I architected hard digital dome slap phone apps |
Slaughter every name on my rhyme list |
Explosives in a dozen roses, guess you could say I killed them with kindness |