K-Rino - Temple of Doom lyrics

Yo, what’s up? Allow me to introduce myself
Exploration of deeper realms of thought into
The black hole of my mentality
Merciless verses burn like acid
When you battle me yeah, Temple of Doom
Four thousand levels to consume k-Rino

Step in the temple of
Doom, lyrical levitator, ligament lacerator
Legendary line learner
Might take your life later
Eulogy creator, massacre maker
Voice slayed they health
Opened my book, by the mic
Vocals laid they self
I get positioned be ripping
Ya while you’re wishing
Busting nuts and listen
Flow through a collision like an apparition
Commence to ramming your thought
Pattern and slamming
You’re dooming, you damning you
So let the mortician examine ya
My style is errorless
Challenging me is perilous
Street legend evolved into the
Most scariest therapist
Words physician drama enhance the third power
Radiation is caused by my
Potent nuclear word shower
You’re staring right into the glaring light
Flammable flows ignite suckers at
300 degrees Fahrenheit
Measure my power might, murder reunite
The manuscript mangler, missile manager
Soul subtractor tracks I spin 'em, send 'em
Sympathize they be in 'em
Anatomy equipped to drink the
Five Deadly Venoms
The rest is history, my fist will be swinging
So dope that one rope
Left twenty violators hanging
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun

Observe the spoken word
I amaze like science fiction
Whole populations suffer from
Massive homicide affliction i burn 'em
Hard punch to the sternum
‘cause I'm rattling lungs
Multilingual rapper able to battle in tongues
Prolific paragraph producer
Rough rocket scientist
Deep intellectual advanced vocabulary user
Highest level I rose past it
Funeral bringer
Family members hearing moans from
The closed casket
When it's my turn cease the loud joking
My microphone exuding poisonous gas that
Left the crowd choking
Witnesses fall when I get your verbal
Victims outnumber
Doctors' supplies so it’s twenty
Bodies to a stretcher
Don't need no ganja to conjure
My styles up step
My vocals vertically, then reach 200 miles up
Mathematic melodious mind minutes with
A mastery of metaphysics
Musical mirror mad monologues malicious
South Park pioneer getting mine
Went back in time to crack some rappers
I forgot to bust in ‘89
Temple left them in solitary confinement
Emergency surgery whole body realignment

Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun

Help is needed for the conceited
Imitators defeated lyrics lethally injected
Criminals die when they read it
Came out the womb after 12
Months due to unfinished business
I was writing my first rhyme and
Couldn't leave til I finished
So ice cold I freeze in the summer
The booming trap creator
Killer cop crucifier deep
Human calculator meditator
Boy you don't know how slow you rock
Trick I see the future so
I might just holler
"Come in!" Right before you knock
Extracurricular beat downs I'm
Kicking the worst
Non perpendicular visions causing the
Victim to vomit verses poetic, dread it
Follow the rapid threat
I'm getting flashbacks of events
That haven't happened yet
Criminalistic chronicles I create
And criticize
Legitimize battle strategy til he dies
Cast him out, rhymes cut his jugular
Slashed him out mics bleeding to death
Rappers fainting and passing out
Dialects sadistic
Terminal vocal teacher so twisted
Birth date unlisted
Proving K-Rino never existed
Fool started gunning so I started running
At him, he was busting but I kept on coming
I'm K-Rino, extensions passing with sound
All around
Doing pushups without touching the ground
I can breakdown each letter in my
Name if you want it
Killer Rhymes Intellectually
Nullifying Opponents, k-Rino

Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your
Face from in front of the gun

I'm flowing, i kick the kind of style
That keep them hustlers rolling
I drop the kind of verse
That keep the paper folding
Them haters never seen the kind
Of heat I'm holding
One lyric to his chest left his body swollen
I kick the kind of style
That keep them hustlers rolling
I drop the kind of verse
That keep the paper folding
Them haters never seen the kind
Of heat I'm holding
One lyric to his chest left his body swollen

What am I thinking about? What's on my mind
Right now? What am I thinking about?