Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Process Meticulous , by - K Rino. Song from the album Mightier Than the Sword, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2018
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Process Meticulous |
| Bioelectric signals inject your mental |
| When properly connected it resembles lit pyrotechnical visuals |
| Manifested in pixels, then compressed into physical and digital |
| Which lead to collect impressions residuals |
| You heard of my relentless certified defense |
| Spit so nutrient rich it could fertilize semen |
| Still seeking to reign supremacy |
| Born with the remedy to instantly convert creative energy to imagery |
| My tablet is a graphic app shop |
| My kneecaps pop open and unlock a set of laptops |
| Stopping my rap crop perhaps not |
| I got a stack of unfadeable pages somehow packed in a matchbox |
| As a lad my pads at it especially fast |
| Too advanced to even be in the exceptional class |
| You don’t want no parts of K-Rino's flow squad |
| So odd and solar charged that the curtains in my home hang with no rod |
| To a perfect extent is the work I invent |
| Speed writing, combining each word with cursive and print |
| I take the bare basics then I raise them to rare places |
| Tiny airspace’s that contain 80 foot staircases |
| Who are they to say I should do it a newer way |
| It’s super K, it takes me a week to make it through a day |
| I eat lethal C4, the heat core sweeps through each floor |
| My neck releases it like a leaf blower |
| The raw crooner, universal guitar tuner |
| Harpooner who can make later arrive before sooner |
| Ideas I then pack 'em in till I’m dizzy |
| For me to win I’ll snatch your pen from a grizzly |
| Thousand of written styles produces galvanism |
| The styles I give 'em, all the new rap algorithm |
| Sending it every minute with definitive winning hits |
| So unlimited that deep water is scared for me to swim in it |
| Primitive rappers get smacked when they happen to spit that |
| I’m the man who invented the seven can six pack |
| No mishap, I’m hacking you with the factual pickaxe |
| Got dispatched ten years after this rap that crafted this track |
| The euphoric impact is the same as when smokers eat crack |
| You list stats, my miscalculations are even exact |
| Though intact most of my creative faculties get jacked |
| Twisted acts like still leaning forward when I sit back |
| Can’t afford to try me 'cause these wars are highly contested |
| My bars probably leave sores on your body |
| Outdated as a tape deck but K can hear your statements a day ahead |
| So I can repeat what you didn’t say yet |
| Vibrant and erudite, my light wipes your internals of parasites |
| Each mics a million terabytes |
| Beat slicer for hire but they fired me in fact |
| 'Cause my raps kept giving tracks anxiety attacks |
| And you responding is a fun thing |
| 'cause I’m harder than placing two fingers in one ring |
| Swinging on sunbeams, I phonetically gun sling |
| Twenty K-Rino clones all playing on one team |
| The viscosity pops when its properties get hot |
| It hits spots on bodies and they somersault six blocks |
| I spin and twist plots like Serling and Hitchcock |
| My wristwatch shows pictures of victims when it stops |
| K-Rino's inner most state is so great |
| That even a slow rate I duplicate fingerprints and snowflakes |
| When I go for the title newborns know that it’s vital |
| Old people be rocking and moaning holding a Bible |
| Confessions of a soul arrester |
| A professor could teach lessons on one of my flows a whole semester |
| My tongue piece as sleek as a Dunnell |
| You see I got at least 300 deep tunnels that funnel through my pre-frontal |
| And each one will leak three bundles of sheets to leave an MC pummeled |
| I wasn’t off sick I made the beat stumble |
| Now they biting like bed bugs, words hit him like lead slugs |
| And left a gash bigger than his head was |