Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twisted Graphics, artist - K Rino. Album song The Maven, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.03.2013
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Twisted Graphics |
It’s so confusing |
Let’s take 'em back to the old school |
Where we played the game with no rules |
Long before Pro Tools |
In one hour I predict that your flow will be dirt worthless |
I’m too great to raise Hell, I’ll just lower the Earth’s surface |
I play with the skills, most are not able to deal |
I smothered his photograph and he suffocated for real |
K usually says things that leave my opposition truly scared |
Forget rice I’m spewing hot Uzi lead at the newly weds |
Deep as the deepest sea, born to write frequently |
And that’s the reason I got an extra set of hands where my feet should be |
Nothing you speak is new, my speeches turn the people blue |
Cut myself on stage and make my body fluids leak from you |
The big bread cutter, what I utter can make the Feds stutter |
Nano diamonds skull plate, meteorite head butter |
Once I arrive it’s little talking just simply slugs |
Soak it in waterless tubs and drink it from empty jugs |
So who can test will be my next question |
They discovered it’s just festering inside a vest in a rest room at a best |
western |
Every verse I have is, loaded with twisted graphics |
Lyrical instant classics so intricately crafted |
Wizardry fully packed with powers and mystic magic |
People are lifted by the greatness of each gifted passage |
Attempts to stop the spell would probably fail |
They found parts of his body shell inside a well on a beach in Cozumel |
Me losing to coward frauds, that’s about the odds |
Of a jouster’s sword hitting an octopod from 7000 yards |
Each day between the time of 3 and 6 |
I usually read a list of weak MCs to diss and eat 'em whole like feeder fish |
Once you cock your tongue and blast your mouth |
I’ll gladly you send you down the fastest route from a living person to |
Casper’s house |
I’m proud to be a spit boss, it’s hard to get lost |
Because my alternate universes don’t run parallel they criss-cross |
I think you should’ve been a cover girl |
I’ll choke you till your brother hurls |
Then hide away for 9 years in another world |
I had to shoot paragraphs at you, attributes are absolute |
So now they dragging you out wrapped up in a new plastic suit |
I gets it done, K the magnificent gifted son |
Doing crossword puzzles with ten languages mixed in one |
The superfluous man, heal you like a herbalist can |
Murk you in front of your daughter because I heard she’s a fan |
With complexity I’ll possess you if you let me |
Best to address me correctly, I was scared of myself too when I first met me |
I’m heartless now, don’t believe me you can call around |
The horrid sound gets louder the lower you turn the volume down |
My dictionary words are scrambled G, not listed alphabetically |
Which means you gotta hope to find them randomly |
I write my anthems on trampolines |
Hold you with my left hand and keep beating you with my right hand like a |
tambourine |
The gasoline is doused, somebody costing their spouse |
Two in the morning I’m setting fire to an arsonist’s house |
Massive bigger monographs are blasted via rapid trigger |
Spent my childhood playing with serial killer action figures |
I’m not an average human |
Looked into a crystal ball and saw myself alone at my 200-year class reunion |
Real lyricism never dies |
If you a lyricist you’ll be one for eternity |
Real lyricists never fall off |
They just evolve and get greater |
Yeah |
We keep hitting you with these twisted graphics |