Journey Thru the Metaphor Labyrinth
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[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I morph into an arrow from a crossbow, forgo your torso
And throw myself at the compartment where your thoughts grow
Cardio blows kill your heart slow
Composed decades of raw flow but lost no skill over the cost though
My tongue got four blades like a Quattro
When it sparks in war mode, it offs foes like a dog swollen from parvo
I barked so hard my own jaw broke
I host a talk show and narcissistic marks get roasted in the dark smoke
My speech shocks like a hot grease pot
The least drops secretes enough heat to leave potholes in the street top
A hundred years later the heat stops
To properly clean up what leaks out you need a thousand square feet mop
Now I’m smoking brains over open flame steam
And I’m throwing pain beams that make novocaine scream
I’m lynching them with the throw speed of Lincecum
And in the interim, no-ones even allowed to think, vision or mention him
When I don’t have a mic device to flow on
My spawned robotic protons let me to remove my whole arm like Voltron
Then hard as granite my hand gets, my fist becomes expansive
I speak through it and rapid vocals transmit
The marvel syntax gambit, I ran it
When the ethereal telephone is ringing I span planets to answer it
As soon as you make a mad try to be a bad guy
I’ma pass by, snatch and hide you inside of a flash drive
Known to speak fast as gazelle feet
While you release words that excrete the kind of discharge a snail leaks
Rain, hail, sleet, I scale beats and reach rocket propelled peaks
You can’t see me but feel me like Braille sheets
Moving with the force of a whale fleet, I swell cheeks for twelve weeks
My tongue punctures lungs deeper than nail cleats
Over elite teachers I prevail sweet, completely delete
And keep you between the border where Heaven and Hell meet
Methods extend far beyond the weapons of men
The heat pressure of my rap sheets registers measure of ten
Hidden messages within my word lessons again
Skill kills any time you put the ‘S’ at the end
Nonetheless I’m the professor who invented the test
My consciousness got much compressed into a minute or less
Happy to say that you’re a "Cast Away" captive of K
Kidnapped tomorrow so you’re eternally trapped in today
And time flies so I mixed and made it hard to surmise
So an hour from now won’t even be there when you arrive
I misdirect seconds with chronologic evil effects
You have to rewind the time to find week after next
Notice the threats that I exploded like loaded tecs
Holes in his solar plex’, his stomach turns like a Roll-O-Decks
And then my throat injects a mainstream artist with spoken gangrene
That’s so supreme it left a growth on him long as a planes wing
Your back is dropped over the top of some jagged rocks, these
Average flocks watch me like Magnavox as I shatter blocks and ravage spots
The arrowbot whose so past the top I piss on astronauts
With massive shots, I’m like two surgeons, I’m a paradox
The more rotten rappers plot, the worse my habit got
And oxygen is no longer an option when the cabin locks
I stare at dots till my hair is hot, one of my savage plots
Will have knots soft as a fabric washed bag of socks
I rock a beat till the cops retreat, known to block the street
And drop some heat even with taser guns shocking me
I’m obviously elite you can not compete
Jotted my topics deep into the night, when I finish writing the clock will sleep
My jabs raps are great, they decapitate
What used to be a rapper’s face is now only a neck under a massive space
I’m half erased - 'Basket Case'
Once my styles gas your place, they leave a 98 day after taste
I multiply bars for more rhymes
See when I design them I write every rhyme differently four times
My intellectual home is a terror zone
My baritone is known to circulate strong psychedelic pheromones
I shoot free throws with globes and bowl strikes with frontal lobes
Compose and make a hundred robed scholars look like one year olds
Stunning flows, I hold a tonne of those, right-handed atomic blows
Medics don’t know how to keep holes in his stomach closed
To grasp my ideas take five years
My senses work in reciprocities so my ears see and my eyes hear
So twisted that even love hated me, I insatiably ate for weeks
I’m so crazy that bravery’s afraid of me
Barricade yourself in the back of your house
And I’ll be reaching through keyholes and snatching you out
My multiple styles left him so toxified his throat fried
The planet's diameter, I was standing on both sides
No surprise that I go harder than most guys
And flow until he’s lifeless and won’t stop until his ghost dies
The super speed letter monster
I’m reading aloud fifty thousand words a minute on the teleprompter
Dominate and skill preponderant, once the Sun was lit
I lunged a tonne of spit and encompassed it for the fun of it
That’s nonsense, not an honest accomplishment
The velocity I’m coming with is so prominent the speedometer vomited
Never seeking the glamour, I get deep in the grammar
Slam my words into your face like the teeth of a hammer
And regardless if your claws are cleaner, my internal bars are meaner
Scar you in a large arena somewhere out in Argentina
I walk a path between pacifist and acid fiend
Blast you with gasoline, film it and watch it on a plasma screen
My writing past supreme, flow tactics are baffling
He last was seen a mile from Abilene in a vast ravine
I watch these known cats recycle and clone raps
I architected hard digital dome slap phone apps
Slaughter every name on my rhyme list
Explosives in a dozen roses, guess you could say I killed them with kindness
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