Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four Minute Warning, artist - K Rino. Album song Time Traveler, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Four Minute Warning |
My momma had an abortion years before I spit a rhyme out |
They threw me in the trash but two hours later I climbed out |
With blood and afterbirth, I started on a blind route |
Civilians threatened by the sight of a newborn infant with a lion’s mouth |
I copulate and repopulate, at age four |
I started removing my own organs just to see how they operate |
I could make the apocalypse end with a preposterous spin |
I’m a alien python that sheds rhinoceros skin |
You choke and gag when words are spoken fast |
I smoke and blast paragraphs at a cat swallowing broken glass |
I provide infinite homicide by making you die |
The death of every human in history that ever died |
I worshipped on the Sabbath, then put bodies in cabinets |
Spared the sinners and killed the saints cause they was arrogant |
When the priest sees the millimeter of three threes |
I’m a self-producing species, your brain holds less intelligence than my feces |
My dominance was ominent from it comes prominent confidence |
I pack a 'matic that I use to crack continents |
I wet a rain, spark burst from the brain |
I spit propane and make fire burst up into more flames |
I shatter bladders and scatter matter, send data at a |
Character actor rapper 'til cadavers splatter with marinara |
I grab and pull your clavicle |
To see if its extractable, I’m an actual mathematical quadrilateral |
Your throat, I’ll make blood flow from it, I’ll impregnate your woman |
And nine months later snatch the fetus up out of your stomach |
A spacecraft landed with a hyperbolic bed on it |
People collapsed cause every alien that exited had my head on it |
My homicides are shown in a hearse, chronologically reversed |
So the last victim I murdered actually died first |
Whatever your effort is, I’ll effortlessly better ya |
I could sever both of my feet and still be two steps ahead of ya |
I’m the thought editor, like a head of lettuce I shredded ya |
I could sit on a planet nebula with a weapon and red sweater ya |
I plot debauchery while you ride where my crotch be |
I ought to wrap your whole body around my wrist, the way you watch me |
'Til time ends, I’ma be a threat |
I got another head up on my neck, but human eyes can’t see it yet |
I carry ten times my weight like a ant do |
I’m dyslexic, but me with still me with hang can’t you |
I mean you can’t hang with me, the imperial skill spiller |
Optical illusional mirror serial killer |
I’ll stand you at a intersection and rip |
Until I make your body take off running in 17 different directions |
Like a surgeon, I open your chest and put my words in |
I’m the first one to bust like a dude that nutted up in a virgin |
And you picking up the microphone and beating me rapping |
Is kind of like constipation, it’s some shit that won’t happen |
You disillusioned, boy. |
I sink you quick |
You got lyrical hypochondria, you just think you sick |
And it’s hazardous for a stalky MC to try me |
Like a hospital patient with hydrochloric acid in his IV |
A bomb was ticking in my right arm |
I’m the lovechild of a night storm and an unborn futuristic alien lifeform |
I prozac slackers with no trap, other planets I go jack |
And return with a sack of extraterrestrial throwbacks |
I’ll approach you with aggression and slap you so hard |
I’ll be able to look inside my hand and see your facial expression |
My telekinetics will stand on ya |
I’ll put you in a sleeper hold without even laying a hand on ya |
Leave contestants with infections in they midsections |
I’m harder than a roll of quarters and a tyrannosaurus erection |
Send me a hundred years back and make me transparent |
And you will never be born cause I’ll murder both sets of your grandparents |
A mic’s what I have, no gun to run grab |
Slap you with five combinations in the time it took you to throw one jab |
Like I said before, I’m really from a future time |
And the only reason I’m here right now is to execute your rhyme |
The seat I blast you off with word plex, I had to spark it |
Fly around the city on my Black Book like a magic carpet |
Your syllable was too easily killable |
I’m a musical miracle with a brain that’s refillable |
From the womb, I was consumed with ominous doom |
My thoughts traveled and exhumed Nostradamus' tomb |
I’m from a wicked platoon where false promises bloom |
A mansion with twenty rooms and a caterpillar’s cocoon |
Yeah what’s up, Kuwait? |
Legendary pioneer, the grand wizard K-Rino. |
This nigga started this shit, nigga. |
The reason why you the author of the shit you spit: God, nigga. |
The beginning and the ending. |
It began with this nigga, and it’s gon' end with |
this nigga. |
You niggas can’t fuck with Rino, nigga. |
What, you MHMR or something, |
motherfucker? |
Stop selling your medicine, and use it, idiot. |
You niggas |
falling off and shit. |
You niggas can’t be chosen, nigga. |
Twenty years in the |
game, rookie, count em. |
South Park Coalition, the black book is international, |
motherfucker. |
With or without you suit-and-tie cocksuckers. |
Yeah, nigga |