Artist: K-Rino Album: The Day of the Storm Song: Doctor Jack Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Right this way, make yourself comfortable Lay on this gurney, ha ha let me take you on a journey Oh this needle, oh pay no attention To this needle in my hand, look over there what's that [K-Rino] My thoughts right with pause and excitement, that sparks lightening When I start typing, EMF monitors start spiking Raw mic torcher officer, forceable strife causer Human version of a DVR, actual life pauser Flammable head scanner, burn criminative grammar I see life, through the view of a thermal imaging camera Each word that sits beneath my wig's raw, bizarre Cause under six seconds, I fixed a million mix bars like jigsaws I turn cyborg, when I plug in mic cords I commits to right scores and absorb, go in circular light orbs My yawns resemble tiger like roars, leave wounds when I fight wars That look just like, infected spider bite soars When the beat's played, I participate in phrase relays My talent's infinite and unlimited, yours is prepaid I was drafted by a team of space renegades, and remade Got traded after three days, due to failure behave See when I drop the bomb, you should not respond That's a mismatch, like Brock Lesnar in the ogtogon with a soccer mom What I'm reading you, is not even new It was breeded two centuries back, squeezing the fluids through a time receding to My flesh is florescent, my essence perfected My chest is connected, so each lecture's directly ingested You ain't deep at all, you need to give me a call I speak to walls and people fall, and seek treatment like they was breathing ethanol Rap revolution, I'm never neutral to execute you I'll send a crucial mix of septic juice, with your Metamucil We strike mic hands, like tight pants and ignite strands Saliva that could span organs and glands, when the first bite lands My tribe is hard to describe, I built a ride and glide With eco-slide but it got denied, because it wasn't legalized Let me advise, I reenergize and revitalize By a hundred and five oversized, radioactive fireflies Beyond defcon's, the level I'm on Rip through your lungs, like the jaws of a Megalodon Wet you like Avion, that's polished in my lyrical knowledge Unidentified objects, guided by invisible pilots Well balanced symmetrical topics, I hit your section and shock it Just like a knife, in an electrical socket My creativity exists, in a perpetual pocket Defying physics, flying in multi-directional rockets I graduated from cerebral school, the same night I received a tool A golden microphone, powered by diesel fuel My pantheons sits is a mantelpiece, when it heats it can decrease Rap mass transits speak, faster than Durant's release If my message ain't impressing you, I'll make a greater spectacle Leave Texas, and long distance arm wrestle you My flow base is hard to locate, I pitch eight tons of hate Over the plate, I throw knuckle curves that go straight My right hand never landed, it glanced him Still polished like out of canyons, kidnapped aliens for whole planet ransoms Red beam your camp, till shirts get extremely damp Then make a clean vamp, into a coke bottle size I Dream of Genie lamp The pyromaniac, burning thoughts it rains with arson games The smoke that came off the flames, the thoughts in pain Relax to the hilt, the raps that I built Trigger chaotic variations, in the axio-tilt When K's in the mood, I be mic tazing a dude I won't eat, unless it's broken razor blades in the food Check the evidence, I inject permanent speech impediments Charge elements of malevolence, cyber intelligence Taking part in extreme events, high level experiments That seem intense, where team members switch fingerprints I spoke and tease, even dope MC's My out of body skill I show with these, while breaking in your house from overseas Intellect bench press, land masses and then wreck I trend set and deck rappers, with zebra kick chin checks We eat frost serve like orderves, cause we speak raw words I hit the ground so hard, that the car swerves