| I arose from the ashes of my mic-foes
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| I floated up and glowed while clothed in jalabiya tight white robe
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| From across the globe I cited microbes
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| Waited for night time to expose, kidnapped the darkness and hid it inside a
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| light bulb
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| Y’all know I write poltergeist flows
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| You showed up at the open mic, I exploded and left the mic closed
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| When I fight I throw nitroglycerin right blows
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| That strike cranial lobes leaving crater-like holes
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| See K-Rino's a music gymnast
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| I got so many unusual hidden clues in one sentence it’ll confuse a chemist
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| I’ll never lose a scrimmage
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| I got tools that’ll nuke you in minutes and move you from finite to a
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| translucent image
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| I’m pinning four lines at a time I’m complex with this
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| I got two extra hands, I’m double ambidextrous
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| The language specialist who wrecks beyond your Exodus
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| And ejects the best deadly messages, minus the expletives
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| Now when it comes to being an emcee I’m the epitome
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| It’s gonna take a army of lyricists to get rid of me
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| When you think of the weak, never consider me
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| I’m stronger than the purist cocaine, come take a hit of me
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| The sun shined on my lines and they grew vines
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| I’ll write a new rhyme more amazing then running the 100-dash in 2−9
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| When the melee ignites, I’ll be writing it
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| The wind in my lung is strong enough to fly a 7 ton kite in it
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| While you was in the streets, looking feeble
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| I was in the rap cathedral, sleeping on the bed of 7 million needles
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| My reproductive seed is so outstanding and great
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| I could repopulate a planet with a manikin mate
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| I’ll have a genius moving wrap speed, stranded and late
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| My thoughts took off at 9 O’clock but landed at 8
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| Got ready heat, I’ll read from a dreaded sheet
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| Then let it seep deep in ya head and feet unsheathed and cleave you into
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| shredded wheat
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| See my lines got enough homicide enzymes to actually re-enact columbine 9 or 10
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| times
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| My photographic brains terrific aim can snap shot the cosmic plane and show
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| every lane the 8X10 picture frame
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| Now when it comes to being an emcee I’m the epitome
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| It’s gonna take a army of lyricists to get rid of me
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| When you think of the weak, never consider me
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| I’m stronger than the purist cocaine, come take a hit of me
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| The fact you think that you can end me is what offends me
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| We can go back into time and I’ll rip you up last Wednesday
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| I test forensics under lab lenses
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| My lyric infringes up on your senses, winces through you till it cleanses
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| See your creative efforts are minimal
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| I’m the information general who rips flows in thousand minute intervals
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| I disassemble lyrical imbeciles
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| Ventricles limbs in intricate chemicals I mix and reinvent them identical (woo)
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| My skin is full of sun ray minerals, so my mental is plentiful
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| My torso extends 10 venomous tentacles
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| Your intellectual pinnacle is embroil
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| You can be the only individual left in the battle and it’s not winnable
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| I’ve never been the type to wear blazers
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| I’m the type to engrave phrases inside of your palms with hot razors
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| A sick brain my page vaccinates it, still it murders the patient
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| Because it straight contaminates his blood platelets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Epitome , by - K Rino. Song from the album The Skills Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп