Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lightning Language, artist - K Rino. Album song Lightning Language (The 4-Piece, No. 1), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Lightning Language |
As I walk the metropolis under sovereign auspices |
I’m a dark-spitting arsonist with a closet of carcasses |
I’ll be stalking your offices, beg your pardon for heartlessness |
The unfortunate part of this is I’m just getting started, list |
Twenty artists that’s marvelous, any genre regardless if |
It’s an author, guitarist, r&b singer or novelist |
Went to rich from impoverished so the obvious moral is |
Since I started worked hardest and been exalted because of it |
As I lay in my palace, kicking sick hateful analysis |
Written pages of battle spit, palms laden with calluses |
I’ll be slaying the blasphemous everyday with no absences |
Changing phrases to calculus with the ways of an alchemist |
Reaching deep in a sea of ‘em, speeches leak at a premium |
Breeding and feeding ‘em in my cerebral endometrium |
I speak to mediums that teach me of nature’s ingredients |
Then drink the sweetness that discretely secretes from its thelium |
I’m slow cooking and simmering, prepping them for dismemberment |
Fifty pound Timberlands, you ever seen a sheet of paper hemorrhaging? |
Sleeping in Narnia, dreaming I had insomnia |
In a dorm in a storm, conjuring ominous formulas |
When you try to get hostile quick, my responses are monstrous |
And the blocks get rocketed out of pockets of consciousness |
I break cosmic rules and laws, make prophets using bars |
Make molecules dissolve and silence move through walls |
Your attempts are commendable, my offense indefensible |
Twist and flip you continual 'til you’re rendered expendable |
I can still remember these bars with years of memory loss |
Rip your extremities off then make you give me applause |
I like to stare at civilians while preparing to kill them |
The schizophrenic birthday clown scaring the children |
Flashing simple dramatics that bend and rip through metallics |
I’m more twisted and callus than maggots mixed in a salad |
Reduce your weight into ounces and propagate my announcements |
Indoctrinate a new sound that’ll knock you straight through a mountain |
I’m foraging and exploring, orbiting in a DeLorean |
Every morning waking you, playing my songs on an accordion |
Hateful and slanderous, misbehaving and scandalous |
Nauseating my handlers as I bathe in tarantulas |
We kidnap material tyrants then make up theories and write ‘em |
Pack master satchels I use to gather invisible items |
My right hand’ll deface ya, my other hand is a razor |
Communicate to the H 'til my mother’s standing in Asia |
My escapades and endeavors shock and amaze you forever |
Twenty days in the craziest weather, blending phrases together |
I’m racing and spinning cars, no way you can win the war |
I’m at a pagan seminar, chasing and slaying Minotaurs |
I’m serving plates in my school 'til every nation is full |
My verticality baffles the gravitational pull |
I’m halting the replication of all dismal creations |
Break the code of any language with hand signal translations |
My impeccable stats got them checking for facts |
I let bats enter and swim in your intestinal tract, I’m out |
I’m Out |