Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill 'Em , by - K Rino. Song from the album K-Rino, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Kill 'Em |
| He pimped my verses so intense he sucked a passion mark on the paper |
| No one is parallel in power the precise rhymer |
| Multiple mind master mathematical mountain climber |
| I penetrate the concrete with laser beams |
| Extreme punish your team, I’m walking in letting the razor swing |
| Shots I’m never missing, know you’re hating when you’re dissing |
| Explicit displays, audience be suffocating when they listen |
| Twenty foot beeper, ancient spirit secret keeper |
| Nobody deeper, Grim Reaper died and murdered verses on your paper |
| Managed to duck my left hook but it gnawed your strength |
| Able to strangle a rapper with a cordless mic |
| It’s agony, doses in panic, accepting psychiatrists |
| Nagging me, diagnosis manic depressive poisonous |
| Mental medicine is fatal ________ I boast |
| So lethal is my style that it can kill a ghost |
| Dangerous, dominant, death and mental death blows are what I’m giving |
| Wicked coroner performing autopsies on the living |
| I’m driving my diabolical forces so come and get ‘em |
| Had him so scared the perpetrator blurred before I hit him |
| Got with him, K for kicking, all for rhymes wise |
| Intellectual flow, can I lose? |
| Last two letters, NO |
| Poetic sorcerer, each line is a gram |
| I wrote my hardest lyrics sleeping with a cast on my hand |
| Warp speed traveller, you realise rapidly ain’t no stopping me |
| I need to watch my back, now I’m so sick my back be watching me |
| You wish you had what you see is K scientist |
| Conducting lab experiments to duplicate my DNA |
| Phonetic expert teacher of mind power |
| Overload two hundred thousand rhymes I memorise an hour |
| Narrate ____ been sharp enough to cut a knife |
| Probably said this rhyme a year ago although I wrote it in another life |
| Coast to coast, unconscious listeners, eyes closed, I still read ya |
| Thought wave alterations through microsurgical procedures |
| Some analyse my style by rewinding me |
| Multiple personalities spitted at once, all of a sudden there’s nine of me |
| I’ma tryna be vocally superior but it’s blinding me |
| Webster’s Dictionary has three thousand pages defining me |
| Resurrect brains, initiate stinging physical pain |
| Fire rain third degree acidic and visible flame |
| My foe must go, mental crucifixion, they die from slow |
| Hard karate blow, label my style Taekwondo |
| Lyrically, many consider me full of energy |
| I’m running through at least 22 infinities mentally |
| Miscellaneous styles universally gain approval |
| Coalition scientist specialise in brain removal |
| Defying laws of physics, heavily trained rhymes |
| Able to move at light speed and slow motion at the same time |