Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Yo Mind, artist - K Rino. Album song The Other Side, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Take Yo Mind |
I rap back reaching the past, and snatch actual facts |
Automatically manufacturing unspeakable acts |
I’m a lyrical blunt, everybody’s taking a drag |
Plus I’m the only man that carries a earthquake in a bag |
Rappers suffer the pain, my mic cause a jugular vain |
They did surgery on my right knee and discovered a brain |
I can see you without looking and hear you without listening |
Kill you without touching you, organs and limbs missing |
I was a seven-foot embryo, defying all logic |
I don’t grow I shrink, when I’m ninety-five I’ll be microscopic |
I make participles dangle, you hang when I strangle |
My prophecies complex like isosceles triangles |
My scholastic theses are masterpieces |
That leads to tropical spastic paraparesis |
I manhandle the intangible, I drop annual rap instruction manuals |
You don’t make sense like a vegetarian cannibal |
I want you to understand |
(Yeah, understand boy) |
That I came to take your mind |
(It's my brain, ain’t nothing you can do fool, feel it) |
I want you to understand |
(It belong to me) |
That I came to take your mind |
(Ain't nothing you can do homie, raise up off it, come here) |
Me fraudulent? |
Please, I’m sabotaging MCs |
Become one with the oxygen, camouflaged in the breeze |
I got people locked in a secret spot on my abstract thought |
But the deeper plot will drop verses that will tamper with the equinox |
Verses I send bring earth to a end |
Impregnated my girlfriend, she gave birth to a pen |
Two-thousand and four and I’m still housing your crew |
When will I lose, say it to you backwards (four-thousand and two) |
They locked me up with a thousand books, it didn’t suffice |
I came out two hours later, had read all of them twice |
I’m a vessel of skill, I might launch a missile at will |
My DNA stands for Don’t Need A pistol to kill |
Do you believe in alien abduction, is it a stunt? |
Well I do, hell, I abducted three or four last month |
Roll up in a tinted black car screaming «Allah Akbar» |
I dissect anatomies and leave them scattered in clinics |
I go get them and reassemble them in a matter of minutes |
A spectacular finish reenacted with accurate penance |
Multiple lyrical combinations packed in a sentence |
Every moment precise, I like to pull my chrome in a heist |
Put your dome in some ice and insert a small homing device |
You can’t leak with these deep idiosyncrasies |
Boy I drink degrees so everytime I think you freeze |
It’s the lyrical surge, the mental and physical merge |
You see a blank page but I’m seeing invisible words |
My black book travels alone, people think it’s alive |
I do shows, sometimes it’s at the club before I arrive |
The degenerate that diminishes winning percentages |
My road trips consist of interplanetary scrimmages |
A K-Rino clone ain’t something that I’m tryna condone |
I’m indescribable, my mind got a mind of its own |