Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Revelation, artist - K Rino. Album song Triple Darkness, Vol. 2: The Lyrics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2008
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
The Revelation |
A old sage cornered me and adorned me with wisdom in enormous quantities |
The next morning he returned and anointed me with clairvoyancy |
My carnage couldn’t be harnessed, I bit through steel armory |
A cloud of smoke floats where your anatomy stood formerly |
When you think about how many rhymes that I have |
It makes scientists wonder just how many minds that I have |
A deadly scorpion was in my hand but don’t be alarmed |
He wasn’t there to do me harm, he was just reading my palm |
Volcanic spores coat my throat through every difficult quote |
I see the entire galaxy in my peripheral scope |
Look in my pupils as I torture you with stinging replies |
Use the reflection of yourself to see the fear in your own eyes |
Slice your wrists when this omen approaches, my flow is |
Loaded with lightning voltage that jolts you like nitrogen narcosis |
Your vocab needs practice |
I spit words that are harder to pronounce than ingredients on the back of the |
average food package |
Prophecies and tales of distortion |
Epic displays of powerful wordplay that reach Herculean proportions |
You’re sick like the man who dies and tries to leave with his wealth |
When approaching K-Rino, caution proceeds with itself |
You get slain in the chambers of pain and sorrow |
I stand before you in the present day reminiscing over tomorrow |
You’re smitten with autism when bitten |
I’m sittin' over the constellation Orion, memorizing the unwritten |
Spittin' regurgitation for hours without quitting |
The giant serpent that was hidden in the womb of a small kitten |
Every molecule in existence my mental reflects |
I rise and elevate to a point where planets look like specks |
In a coma I’m nasty, my own rap pamphlets harass me |
Styles harder to do than a blindfolded angioplasty |
My impetuous skills are credited to the beneficent |
You couldn’t write like K-Rino if you was a forgery specialist |
The intricacies of my mental degrees |
The raw insidious literary esteem that causes pencils to bleed |
I speak black widow, mantis and killer bee |
Made one language from all three |
And spoke it while I spit a deadly soliloquy |
So notice I keep my coldest weapon loaded |
So saving his throat is hopeless |
‘cause I wrote his eulogy over his epiglottis |
Gave him my wickedest read |
I only did it because the audience had never witnessed the atmosphere bleed |
See I don’t pillage the dictionary to get new words in coherence |
To try to give my vocabulary a supernatural appearance |
Before we battle, they better clone me ‘cause when I start for you |
I’ma be the only person who can pull myself off of you |
I graze in a field of thought waves in a grammar maze |
Every twenty-seven days I bathe in gamma rays |
I breathe poetic wisdom, life granted to men |
Like sunlight striking the equator causing the planet to spin |
You panic within, in a ceramic bin I hand him his chin |
I had amnesia and laryngitis and I still managed to win |
I was a spark of light and no force was great enough to create and shape me |
So I willed my own parents into existence so they could make me |