Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Thought Surgery, artist - K Rino. Album song Skillz Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Open Thought Surgery |
My heart is full of unthoughtful, diabolical articles |
Rechargeable, marvelous words transported on dust particles |
Listen, I limit you with subliminal mental minerals |
Similar chemicals of rattlesnake venom are in my genitals |
My plague invades till no one else is left to fight us |
Verbal hepatitis mixed with Saint Louis encephalitis |
I blow over possessed rappers like preacher men do |
But instead of an exorcism I’ll be putting the demons up in you |
You fade the black with no coming back half-human half-bomb attack with a full |
map of my brain tract in the Almanac |
Once I devise your demise, you’ll never rise up, I’m a dream |
Traveler, so the only way to see me is with your eyes shut |
The frequency sailor, interplanetary emailer |
Professional carbon monoxide poison inhaler |
Entered your head and studied words that you could have read |
And I intercepted any murderous lyrics that you would have said |
This is Open Thought Surgery |
The verses He dispersed and purposely murdered unmercifully |
No one is personally worse than me |
The atoms that burst in me feed the Earth, the Universe verbally nursing me |
I’m the Son of Sam, the ambulance driver saw me and ran |
The lyrical vampire who was filmed by your phantom cameraman |
Your life is non-recoupable, nothing else I can do for you |
I transform from superhuman to marsupial |
I speak seventeen conniptions, witnesses gave descriptions |
Of non-existent fictitious K-Rino ghost depictions |
I ain’t seeking love, the action that I’m speaking of caused the weeping of 10 |
million and left the whole atmosphere leaking blood |
Shife on the mic like a devious wife |
I won’t kill you, I’ll just abduct you and hide you in a previous life |
I clone hearts when the Twilight Zone starts, I’ll imbalance your |
Talents and make you allergic to your own thoughts |
I stop time, walk in a school room and shot rhymes |
Got nine murder cases for popping minds on suicide hotline |
And lyrically I’m denouncing men, my head be pounding when |
Ancient rap spirits be bouncing in for counseling |
This is Open Thought Surgery |
The verses He dispersed and purposely murdered unmercifully |
No one is personally worse than me |
The atoms that burst in me feed the Earth, the Universe verbally nursing me |
Listen, the predicament I leave men in was written in pen |
They name me valedictorian in schools that I didn’t attend |
I regurgitate repeatedly at the thought of you, I’ll stalk you for life so no |
matter where you live I already live next door to you |
They say I’m sick, I guess that’s sort of true, body dissections made sure |
every family member received a part of you |
Ten strains of fluid in my veins were unnameable |
What’s in my brain will make the self explanatory unexplainable |
I’m hard and morbid, dissolving four MCs by putting them all in a boiling |
cauldron till the world stops revolving |
A zone is what I’m stepping in, a body cast is what I left them in, |
I made a deaf man hear but when he heard you flow he went deaf again |
You better make your mortuary reservations |
My string of rap murders made a serial killer hand in his resignation |
I’m unleashing verbal pestilage |
My weaponous method is vocal death manifested through text messages |