K-Rino - Choose Ya Weapon lyrics
[K-Rino - Choose Ya Weapon lyrics]
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone
The depths of my Black Book equals an ocean
Strong verbal aggressor with
The pacifist notion
Plans I devise to uprise and lift
Scams I despise corrupt lives and riff
Never inept, never slept, never need a gun
Followers fake because I'm making
Their leader run deep on the topic but never
Posed as a prophet
Concepts kick through common sense
So I drop it
Misunderstood because I'm far from generic
Categorised as lethal legend of a lyric
You should abide to the rule that apply to
Your crew as I guide with
Side one and side two but even with that
These suckers constantly ride me
Flipping my LP in search of a Side 3
'90 is through
I'm crushing you and your tiny scores
Slapped you through '93
Be there to catch you in '94
Thoughts in my head backed up like traffic
Rap book plastic, memory photographic
The unachievable to me is none believable
'Cause what can't be achieved
By K is non-conceivable
Able to reach by reality or blind faith
Be it concrete, abstract, or a mind state
Total separation of thoughts avoid collisions
Mental incisions create sub-divisions
Of my brain which allowed me
To demonstrate the know-how
Busting through a wack life
Crew like a snowplow
Mic is a sword, rhythm rap book my shield
While you're sweating to hold nine yards
Trick 'em downfield
Never letting my head get boosted
The whole damn album, K and Dope produced it
I take a malnourished beat and feed it
Break out the ice cream and milk, I need it
Kick
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone
(choose your weapon, uh)
Five elements: life, health, strength, mind
And deepness
Memorize what I emphasize, don't sweep this
Under the rug 'cause it'll lump up
Vocal combinations translated into two
Words: Jump Up
Information I'm consuming is looming in me
'cause ain't enough room in the
Brain of a normal human thoughts bionic
Twice as potent as gin and tonic
Psychological booms are sonic
Brain tumors are chronic
The administrator, hit a later
Proper waiter flow
Call K the bloodstream contaminator
Pay the cost of dissing while
I flex my dialects
Equivalent to ten train wrecks
In emcees necks
Lyrical touches expose your two equipments
Such as
Wheelchairs, respirators, IVs, and crutches
Definition I'm the main black you aimed at
Sent a thousand suckers
Not one of them came back
All opposition alluded me, excluded me
From rhyming activity thinking
They executed me
But K is the prodigy giving punks a lobotomy
Once received an apology from a
Bullet that shot at me
I'm breaking up pieces
High priest of a thesis
Voice range releases, death rate increases
Feel a diss
The realist swings with a killer fist
Never missed when pissed
Mercenary ventriloquist
No re-enactment it's actual battery
Glad to be the highest majesty of a tragedy
Poetically socialized, mobilized
I'm noble wise double my size
I'll visualize through a thousand eyes
Give me room to stick
You'll be who I'm soon to pick
Sign language communicating
Bulletproof lunatic
Artillery room stocked with weaponry
Those who step at me are stabbed
To death with mental telepathy
You face the ace lyrical high-speed chase
Erase one who fabricates
Corruptiveness I embrace
The free worded overexerted
Overruler of verdicts
Suckers flirted and found out
That lyrics hurted
Yo, any game is a fair game
Tie me up and drop me in
A live volcano from an airplane
Yo, and I’ll live to untangle
Return to strangle
And square off the Bermuda Triangle
Yo, vocalism creates a prism
Tactician of demolition, breaker of ambition
Title snatcher conflict
Catcher K-Rino is a cat
Certain attack, you want your tongue
I’ll mail it back
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
Them picking an axe
Them picking a stick and they hit 47
But me weapon is me tongue
Me critical radical lyrical gun
Make a verse with one million
And make critical styles
K-Rino me I'm the Father and
Me Black Book the child
I'm bringing the dominant lyrical legacy
Making the melodramatic vocalists
Bite the dust, man
It's critical quick to call man
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone
The depths of my Black Book equals an ocean
Strong verbal aggressor with
The pacifist notion
Plans I devise to uprise and lift
Scams I despise corrupt lives and riff
Never inept, never slept, never need a gun
Followers fake because I'm making
Their leader run deep on the topic but never
Posed as a prophet
Concepts kick through common sense
So I drop it
Misunderstood because I'm far from generic
Categorised as lethal legend of a lyric
You should abide to the rule that apply to
Your crew as I guide with
Side one and side two but even with that
These suckers constantly ride me
Flipping my LP in search of a Side 3
'90 is through
I'm crushing you and your tiny scores
Slapped you through '93
Be there to catch you in '94
Thoughts in my head backed up like traffic
Rap book plastic, memory photographic
The unachievable to me is none believable
'Cause what can't be achieved
By K is non-conceivable
Able to reach by reality or blind faith
Be it concrete, abstract, or a mind state
Total separation of thoughts avoid collisions
Mental incisions create sub-divisions
Of my brain which allowed me
To demonstrate the know-how
Busting through a wack life
Crew like a snowplow
Mic is a sword, rhythm rap book my shield
While you're sweating to hold nine yards
Trick 'em downfield
Never letting my head get boosted
The whole damn album, K and Dope produced it
I take a malnourished beat and feed it
Break out the ice cream and milk, I need it
Kick
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone
(choose your weapon, uh)
Five elements: life, health, strength, mind
And deepness
Memorize what I emphasize, don't sweep this
Under the rug 'cause it'll lump up
Vocal combinations translated into two
Words: Jump Up
Information I'm consuming is looming in me
'cause ain't enough room in the
Brain of a normal human thoughts bionic
Twice as potent as gin and tonic
Psychological booms are sonic
Brain tumors are chronic
The administrator, hit a later
Proper waiter flow
Call K the bloodstream contaminator
Pay the cost of dissing while
I flex my dialects
Equivalent to ten train wrecks
In emcees necks
Lyrical touches expose your two equipments
Such as
Wheelchairs, respirators, IVs, and crutches
Definition I'm the main black you aimed at
Sent a thousand suckers
Not one of them came back
All opposition alluded me, excluded me
From rhyming activity thinking
They executed me
But K is the prodigy giving punks a lobotomy
Once received an apology from a
Bullet that shot at me
I'm breaking up pieces
High priest of a thesis
Voice range releases, death rate increases
Feel a diss
The realist swings with a killer fist
Never missed when pissed
Mercenary ventriloquist
No re-enactment it's actual battery
Glad to be the highest majesty of a tragedy
Poetically socialized, mobilized
I'm noble wise double my size
I'll visualize through a thousand eyes
Give me room to stick
You'll be who I'm soon to pick
Sign language communicating
Bulletproof lunatic
Artillery room stocked with weaponry
Those who step at me are stabbed
To death with mental telepathy
You face the ace lyrical high-speed chase
Erase one who fabricates
Corruptiveness I embrace
The free worded overexerted
Overruler of verdicts
Suckers flirted and found out
That lyrics hurted
Yo, any game is a fair game
Tie me up and drop me in
A live volcano from an airplane
Yo, and I’ll live to untangle
Return to strangle
And square off the Bermuda Triangle
Yo, vocalism creates a prism
Tactician of demolition, breaker of ambition
Title snatcher conflict
Catcher K-Rino is a cat
Certain attack, you want your tongue
I’ll mail it back
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah
Them picking an axe
Them picking a stick and they hit 47
But me weapon is me tongue
Me critical radical lyrical gun
Make a verse with one million
And make critical styles
K-Rino me I'm the Father and
Me Black Book the child
I'm bringing the dominant lyrical legacy
Making the melodramatic vocalists
Bite the dust, man
It's critical quick to call man