Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought Drones, artist - K Rino. Album song Wizard’s Ransom (The Big Seven #4), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2016
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Thought Drones |
Understand I didn’t come here to debate you |
I came to run a saber straight through your rib cage, poke a lung then deflate |
you |
By saying this, you might think that I hate you |
But if you knew the way I slew the last 28 dudes, you’d be grateful |
I’ll show the children how I wrote a million, unloaded skill |
Then made his frame collapse straight down like an imploded building |
My raw skills cause you to need heart pills |
Your thoughts are far from real like sawing off all your limbs and doing a |
cartwheel |
My mode shifts, I step hard 'til the road splits |
Drove to the summer solstice with a whole army of ghosts clenched in my closed |
fist |
Might clown around with a roundhouse counter-style from a mounted file |
Plus every time I do a pushup the earth goes down a mile |
The atoms race through dark matter space |
They calibrate every bar that I make while coordinating my database |
My set of rules is never contestable |
Able to view the next 200 decades ahead of you through my spectacles |
My talents leak out by the gallons |
I walk skyscrapers at night as a challenge while sleeping still keeping my |
balance |
I’m hard to drop like a bad habit |
Leave two of my tablets in a room alone, they’ll produce songs faster than |
jackrabbits |
I’m ruling men with a fast moving pen |
I used to be cool with the Super Friends until I became one of Lex Luthor’s men |
Ruthless when I’m mad my front tooth extends |
I was the hooligan in the new suit fashion from cougar skin |
I’m the true decider, deep as a scuba diver |
Of 10,000 arrivers, only two survivors, just me and my Uber driver |
Mysterious plowers put fear in a coward |
I can shave my face and grow a full beard in a hour |
Ain’t no nappin' when these thoughts are travelin' |
It’s sounding like a cavalry with 20,000 horses galloping |
I got no time for restin' and grapplin' |
All that’s happening is rappers' next of kin gettin' visited by the chaplain |
When I create at my normal rate, concepts congregate |
Down in my conscious state and songs take seconds to formulate |
Every day is tough, I rip thousands of sheets of paper up |
For every line I say, it’s a hundred that didn’t make the cut |
Not too genteel to leave men killed |
Super vision instilled because my contact lenses resemble windshields |
My concentration’s never been greater |
I’m composing ten papers on a freezing thin glacier without a windbreaker |
Squeeze the life from whoever speaks of me |
Each race, color and creed I see, I don’t discriminate, I leak ‘em equally |
It’s not in me to weep and be timid |
My vehicle I’m sleepin' in, even when it goes a hundred over the speed limit |
At the age of two, they knew I was a crazy dude |
My vapors move through trachea tubes and chew organs 'til they mushy as baby |
food |
My skill roots are hard to trace, my thoughts move faster than cars that race |
Even when I’m thinking at a jogger’s pace |
I move about with no way of screening me |
Whether land, water or greenery, I can easily blend into the scenery |
My dumb foes evacuate when I unload |
They run so rapidly when I compose, their feet sound like a drum roll |
I’m like Flash so when I slash ya |
If you call 911, I’ll be the cat that answers posing as the dispatcher |
So no one’s coming to provide protection |
Many personalities, when I look in the mirror I see five reflections |
They started questioning my mental health |
Meanwhile I was in a belt of clouds, Facetiming my 60 year old self |
Undressing you with the naked truth, after I wreck a crew |
Detectives test my mic hand for gunshot residue |
Circle you like an Andean condor |
Then I spun your house around until your backyard was sitting at your front door |
Defying physics 'til the class learns |
K-Rino inventor of the 360 degree half turn |
No saving me because I’m too disturbed |
Shell casings falling out my mouth as I aim at rappers and shoot my words |