Lyrics The End - K Rino

The End

Oh yeah
Time is up
All y’all emcees, y’all had a good run
No more time, this is it
Let me tell you
You can’t hide from the wondrous designs that my mind do
You could be in another country, I’ll reach out and clothesline you
I’m not responsible for one fool that I run through
When you come to, you’ll catch me tryna unscrew your tonsils
My open folder resembles a gun show
‘cause it unloads out of control ammo, one flow crushes the console
Red liquid I scoop out’cha like punch bowls
I was comprehending incomprehensible untold wisdom at a month old
I hold tournaments in different languages
Dangerous entanglements with me versus my brain as the main event
I like to wear a Jason mask when the mic is there
My type is rare, I’m so deranged I’ll push you up a flight of stairs
I’m using cyclone mic drones in my flight zone
When I’m around it’s so scary the dark sleeps with the lights on
I split cement, what you spit’s anemic
People bringing hands to gunfights, I’m bringing harpoons to disagreements
The next sequence will be tense
I process time so fast, a thousand years ago to me seems recent
And I release at nano-speeds, landing hands on these emcees
So when they say cheese, their teeth look like piano keys
I was conceived into 29 families and built my stamina feeding on sweet animate
mammaries
Thoughts so high that they massage the sun
Emcees come to me to learn styles upon styles like I’m Olajuwon
I got some pages they can trade between ‘em
Haters in my basement steamin', crazy, it’s been ages since their neighbors
seen ‘em
Hellafied bars in this black new mic I’m breathing
Soon as I see your face, I’m going at you like I’m sneezing
My feet massively pound, so when I hit brakes, I’m smashin' ‘em down so hard
that they blast through the ground
Ideas escape from my brain’s majestic gates and transfigurate into sharp
triangular geometric shapes
That race through space at a hectic pace, excavating and wrecking states,
decimating the earth’s tectonic plates
The mic I hold’s a striking cobra
I might explode into a solar lightening bolt, the level right below a hyper nova
I make ‘em scatter like a pistol pop, to wipe me out there is a plot
Meanwhile I got your grandpa in a scissor lock
My analogies be passing regions where the wormhole gases be, leaping with
supernatural verticality
Come after me you gotta be packed with audacity
A question mark won’t even end a sentence without asking me
Insatiable great untraceable evasive moves capable of sneaking up from behind
you while I was facing you
I take various trips through great barriers while carrying a magic lariat to
snatch you out your safe areas
I made ‘em take you off the respirator, persuaded the lead investigator’s case
‘cause he owed me a special favor
Come along and watch K wreck and bury everybody in the place like Sissy Spacek
in Carrie
This set possesses high risk threats
How was it possible to think myself to life when my mind didn’t exist yet?