K-Rino - Overkill lyrics

rate me

[K-Rino:]

You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs

Graphed it with ausitic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics

My mind, confines plenty rhymes

Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds

And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime

A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129

I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh

Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener

I won't have any problems, stopping ya

The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I filet ya like tallopia

My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks

My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with

I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics

Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit

My virus too strong, to call off

I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off

I spark the seas, that are hard to read

I'm from a larger creed a martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede

The strap cannibal, that rap fannels

Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel

The docotomy, my word logic locks you

And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you

You wanna have it, take a stab at it

I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric

Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge

To your body's composite, from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid

An apocalyptic, flame rips

From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragment and many micro grains and brain chips

I distribute facts, amongst ya

The chiropractor, that replace needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture

The inhabitant, of the labyrinth Babylon

Paramount paragon, and ones we layed marathons with ninety pound batons

And spark sun, cause I been hotter

The Bin Laden sin plotter, that'll beat your ghost out of you like a pinata

My information, level contagious

Blazing abrasion, that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient

When average rappers, scavenge passion from attabance

I ramage anatomy savage, and won't even let the maggots have it

Don't try to draft the chapter, after me

You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually, hanging rope defying gravity

The word merchant, that squirt serpents with a flow pump

Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman, cause I get's no comp

Your verses, are worthless

My thirst is strong enough to cold Earth's water, from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface

I'll leave a generation, birthless

Carry hearses in other dimensions, while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses

You quoting stuff, that ain't potent enough

I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote, leaving out of your rap folder holding floating up

Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic, if I use it right

You gon lose tonight, and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write

I'm overseen, by wicked guardians

With entity after every performance, and make me slaughter part of the audience

I never finish a battle, one paragraph they blue

Just like a phone number, most rappers dash half way through

I designed the rhyme, my wits that I could of read at first

I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse

I'll speak to your brain, and tremble it

The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it

Skills that are doping em, with opium

The trophy I'm accepting, while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium

[talking:]

Go on say it dog say it, you cried huh

(nah), you so mad you cried right you did

You did mayn, you cried

Shit, you were mad then a motherfucker

You cried nigga, you cried

What did you do, to deserve that shit