
Date of issue: 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Outdated as a tape deck but K can hear your statements a day ahead |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 |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Grand Deception | 2009 |
Houston Is ft. Sunday | 2021 |
Everlasting Life ft. Chad Jones | 1999 |
Non-Stop ft. Kuwait | 1999 |
Hardest Clique ft. K-Rino featuring A.C. Chill, PSK-13, Gangxsta Nip, Point Blank | 1999 |
(Commercial Break) Awareness | 1999 |
Why Ya Wanna Hate ft. DJ Screw | 1999 |
No Mercy | 1999 |
Drownin' In Blood | 1999 |
Shoot To Kill ft. K-Rino featuring Seven, DBX, Felony & Ruff Eyque | 1999 |
How Do Ya Know? | 1999 |
Point A To Point B | 1999 |
Square The Game Off ft. Reload | 1999 |
Lord Of The Worlds | 1999 |
Feel My Flow ft. K-Rino featuring Edgar Lee | 1999 |
Trust No One ft. Point Blank | 1999 |
Speak Of The Devil ft. K-Rino featuring Markus M-Uhd, Wrath & Brain Dead | 1999 |
Fakers Die Young ft. K-Rino featuring C-Rock & Wickett Crickett | 1999 |
Tellin’ on Um | 2018 |
The Glasses | 2018 |