Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Marathon, artist - K Rino. Album song Deprogrammed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Mind Marathon |
Runners get on your marks, get set |
And prepare to collapse, never recover |
Shoutout to Rob Quest from the Coughee Brothaz |
Now let us softly smother, let’s go |
Faces explode when I’m in rip mode |
My abode is so distant that there’s 700 digits in my zip code |
I spit loads of toxins from the get-go, the fluids drip slow |
One roundhouse produces 64 kick doors |
In my relentless quest to be fast, as I beat ass |
I wear a ski mask while telepathically punching a speed bag |
I master any task that he has |
Truthfully I’m as hard to grasp as a 10 below Alaskan heat rash |
I’m typing chaos on the keypads |
Two day electrocution delay for that fool who sat in my seat last |
And tryna school me as I teach class, that feat’s past impossible |
Like one biologically having three dads |
They knew I was special in elementary |
'Cause any time that we played hide and seek I would hide in a different century |
See, not even one tenth of me has empathy |
That’s why essentially a universal police infantry was sent for me |
Just know that if you call me on my main line |
I’ll show you how to train minds to write 20 insane rhymes at the same time |
Top ten ever, who’s better? |
You couldn’t name nine |
You’ll never see my decline like paraplegic gang signs |
I’ll throw a discus that passes through a list of my resistors |
Yet still has enough force to spit an isthmus |
You know I’m mad when I flash and start going agg |
And run you over fast wearing boulder clad shoulder pads |
My rest levels decreasing increasingly |
My time is deleted so easily that I hire people to sleep for me |
I’ll tell you secrets that you better keep |
I’ll leave bite marks on concrete 'cause underneath my feet’s another set of |
teeth |
See I release and resist devils |
When this level of intelligence settle I can mentally twist metal |
Competitors I keep a taste for |
To make war with a snake I’ll jump a skateboard from off of the 98th floor |
Between crazy and genius is a thin line |
I pin rhymes standing perfectly balanced on 100% inclines |
Marvel to witness, my blitzes were met with some resistance |
I’m so different that I have to study myself from a distance |
My eyes are used as portal pools |
For oracles watching tomorrow’s news 24 hours before it views |
It’ll take you 3 days to relay a complete page |
My essays are pre-laid a decade before the beat’s made |
I go mad and harass over notepads |
A slow drag wearing a Jokers mask even when the music goes fast |
Flows are kinetic, moving like a motor’s embedded |
My writing process is solar driven, photosynthetic |
One day I may even clone and replicate me |
That way I can start the game and substitute myself in to replace me |
The answer to you breathing is to cancel you |
Transform into a frantic moose and look for panicked fools to run my antlers |
through |
The panics understandable |
I’m writing random dissertations with hands cuffed backwards, shackled in |
manacles |
Flammable words said overpowered what the best read |
Successfully embedded a human brain in an insect’s head |
As fast as the average thought once I’m grabbing for your heart |
The end will be so quick that it will happen before the start |
You can be travelling far riding in your car |
I’ll throw a set of endless bars that lodge into your temple hard like ninja |
stars |
Through the wormhole my hand comes |
A hundred years up to smack your great-grandson for throwing a tantrum |
I’m presently located in Sector 3 |
Which means to get to me successfully you need a blessed MC directory |
If you message me and don’t receive a text from me |
I’m probably somewhere recklessly performing a blindfolded appendectomy |
The non-compliant flying rhyme scientist |
My writings take flight and ignite microchips that purified the environment |
The dime is spit in iron grip minds psychic psychiatrists |
With 96 violent proprietors on my client list |
A hot mic’s the knife that I’m slicing with |
A late night swipe to your windpipe is the price of his indecisiveness |
The eye witness was fire lit twice for this |
I’ll visit you in the night and teach you how you might exist conscious through |
lifelessness |
Stifling viper licks strike your wrists and look like tiger slits |
Every writer that spits in this cypher’s hit with psoriasis |
Smash your clown and leave your whole class astounded |
As the drink I’m downing has the form of container with no glass around it |
Once I’ve done it no man will recover from it |
Respondents found with subatomic mini bombs that I pumped into the brother’s |
stomach |
So now the verse demand heightens |
Each night I wrote a sheet and every word was in a different person’s |
handwriting |
I flame streets, people love to watch me shank beats |
Before they read your words, they’d rather stare at my blank sheets |