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