Lyrics Word Mastery - K Rino

Word Mastery

Yeah
Y’all bout to witness word mastery
K-Water in the building, D-1 in the building
Ya boy K-Rino
This how we goin' to do
We operate on a high plane
Y’all boys crashed-landed years ago
So check the flow
Listen
I’m warning ya
With two bars I’m vocally embalming ya
When it comes to harming ya I got seventy different formulas
Torment ya with a punch that left my whole right arm in ya
On a twenty thousand mile land strip I still corner ya
I granulate em in a powered form when I’m done with em
Correspond with warm sun rays and become one with them
My substances is trusted I saw the mic and I lust it
I’ll spit a verse that’ll rupture your bicuspid and bust it
My exhibitions is giving the victims and repetition
With a clarity of a television with high definition
I’ll crack you, at rasta member tabernacle
Hover and cover you with a verbal wing span of a pterodactyl
Wickedly wreck styles with vocal projectiles
That affect you and leave piles of organs that stretch miles
An emergency ensued (yeah) every word would be approved
And when you lose at a verse that I use is every surgically removed
I interrogate rap bandits and narrate parables
And burn ya outer flesh til your skin is unwearable
Your ghost in a gallow, your chances are narrow
You can’t see me in battle my tongue cast the eighty mile shadow (yeah)
Your ask for the truth, I’m a give you actual proof
The top of my head slides back like a retractable roof
Your flow is awful;
to the logical articles I’m impartial
You broke the law and got your whole committee court marshaled
You witnessing word mastery skill at his highest
It don’t matter if you home or not it ain’t wise to try this
Have of em got deals but I doubt they hit
Boy don’t ever fix ya mouth and say the south can’t spit
YEAH!
I’ll eventually get in ya head, conduct symphonies when ya dead
An unseen entity that pins ya to ya bed
I minimize your stare, the pilot who flies the craft
My slightest cerebral vibration’s malfunction a seismograph
I blast those critics with astro-physics
A trillion square my word total past those digits
Never been frivolous, the clever verb biberist word deliver
Who murdered every insurgent an ignorant co-conspirator
The sober lyricist, who achieves advancements without weed enhancement
With seventeen angels who proofread my pamphlets
They dropping me, tender posits of quantum technology
The cosmic brainstorms that defy meteorology
For my thoughts I make no apologies (uh-uh)
As I speak knowledge and teach you the difference between astronomy and
astrology (ha)
I impede you and cut you so bad with what I read you
That a hundred stab wound victims couldn’t out bleed you