K-Rino - Kill 'Em lyrics
[K-Rino - Kill 'Em lyrics]
K-Rino advance, trap a sabre
He pimped my verses so intense he sucked
A passion mark on the paper
No one is parallel in
Power the precise rhymer
Multiple mind master mathematical
Mountain climber
I penetrate the concrete with laser beams
Extreme punish your team
I’m walking in letting the razor swing
Shots I’m never missing
Know you’re hating when you’re dissing
Explicit displays
Audience be suffocating when they listen
Twenty foot beeper
Ancient spirit secret keeper nobody deeper
Grim Reaper died and murdered
Verses on your paper
Managed to duck my left hook
But it gnawed your strength
Able to strangle a rapper with a cordless mic
It’s agony, doses in panic
Accepting psychiatrists nagging me
Diagnosis manic depressive poisonous
Mental medicine is fatal I boast
So lethal is my style that
It can kill a ghost
Dangerous, dominant
Death and mental death blows
Are what I’m giving
Wicked coroner performing autopsies
On the living
I’m driving my diabolical forces so
Come and get ‘em
Had him so scared the perpetrator
Blurred before I hit him
Got with him, K for kicking
All for rhymes wise
Intellectual flow, can I lose?
Last two letters, nO
Poetic sorcerer, each line is a gram
I wrote my hardest lyrics sleeping with
A cast on my hand warp speed traveller
You realise rapidly ain’t no stopping me
I need to watch my back
Now I’m so sick my back be watching me
You wish you had what you see is K scientist
Conducting lab experiments to
Duplicate my DNA
Phonetic expert teacher of mind power
Overload two hundred thousand rhymes
I memorise an hour
Narrate been sharp enough to cut a knife
Probably said this rhyme a year ago although
I wrote it in another life
Coast to coast, unconscious
Listeners, eyes closed, i still read ya
Thought wave alterations through
Microsurgical procedures
Some analyse my style by rewinding me
Multiple personalities spitted at once
All of a sudden there’s nine of me
I’ma tryna be vocally superior
But it’s blinding me
Webster’s Dictionary has three thousand
Pages defining me resurrect brains
Initiate stinging physical pain
Fire rain third degree acidic
And visible flame
My foe must go, mental crucifixion
They die from slow
Hard karate blow, label my style Taekwondo
Lyrically, many consider me full of energy
I’m running through at least
22 infinities mentally
Miscellaneous styles universally
Gain approval
Coalition scientist specialise in
Brain removal defying laws of physics
Heavily trained rhymes
Able to move at light speed and
Slow motion at the same time
He pimped my verses so intense he sucked
A passion mark on the paper
No one is parallel in
Power the precise rhymer
Multiple mind master mathematical
Mountain climber
I penetrate the concrete with laser beams
Extreme punish your team
I’m walking in letting the razor swing
Shots I’m never missing
Know you’re hating when you’re dissing
Explicit displays
Audience be suffocating when they listen
Twenty foot beeper
Ancient spirit secret keeper nobody deeper
Grim Reaper died and murdered
Verses on your paper
Managed to duck my left hook
But it gnawed your strength
Able to strangle a rapper with a cordless mic
It’s agony, doses in panic
Accepting psychiatrists nagging me
Diagnosis manic depressive poisonous
Mental medicine is fatal I boast
So lethal is my style that
It can kill a ghost
Dangerous, dominant
Death and mental death blows
Are what I’m giving
Wicked coroner performing autopsies
On the living
I’m driving my diabolical forces so
Come and get ‘em
Had him so scared the perpetrator
Blurred before I hit him
Got with him, K for kicking
All for rhymes wise
Intellectual flow, can I lose?
Last two letters, nO
Poetic sorcerer, each line is a gram
I wrote my hardest lyrics sleeping with
A cast on my hand warp speed traveller
You realise rapidly ain’t no stopping me
I need to watch my back
Now I’m so sick my back be watching me
You wish you had what you see is K scientist
Conducting lab experiments to
Duplicate my DNA
Phonetic expert teacher of mind power
Overload two hundred thousand rhymes
I memorise an hour
Narrate been sharp enough to cut a knife
Probably said this rhyme a year ago although
I wrote it in another life
Coast to coast, unconscious
Listeners, eyes closed, i still read ya
Thought wave alterations through
Microsurgical procedures
Some analyse my style by rewinding me
Multiple personalities spitted at once
All of a sudden there’s nine of me
I’ma tryna be vocally superior
But it’s blinding me
Webster’s Dictionary has three thousand
Pages defining me resurrect brains
Initiate stinging physical pain
Fire rain third degree acidic
And visible flame
My foe must go, mental crucifixion
They die from slow
Hard karate blow, label my style Taekwondo
Lyrically, many consider me full of energy
I’m running through at least
22 infinities mentally
Miscellaneous styles universally
Gain approval
Coalition scientist specialise in
Brain removal defying laws of physics
Heavily trained rhymes
Able to move at light speed and
Slow motion at the same time