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KRino Overkill
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K-Rino - Overkill • Book Number 7 • Track 11 • (Support The Artist) • http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/book... • Lyrics: • You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs • Graphed it with ausitic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics • My mind, confines plenty rhymes • Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds • And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime • A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129 • I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh • Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener • I won't have any problems, stopping ya • The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I filet ya like tilapia • My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks • My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with • I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics • Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit • My virus too strong, to call off • I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off • I spark the seas, that are hard to read • I'm from a larger creed a martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede • The strap cannibal, that rap fannels • Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel • The docotomy, my word logic locks you • And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you • You wanna have it, take a stab at it • I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric • Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge • To your body's composite, from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid • An apocalyptic, flame rips • From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragment and many micro grains and brain chips • I distribute facts, amongst ya • The chiropractor, that replace needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture • The inhabitant, of the labyrinth Babylon • Paramount paragon, and ones we layed marathons with ninety pound batons • And spark sun, cause I been hotter • The Bin Laden sin plotter, that'll beat your ghost out of you like a pinata • My information, level contagious • Blazing abrasion, that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient • When average rappers, scavenge passion from attabance • I ramage anatomy savage, and won't even let the maggots have it • Don't try to draft the chapter, after me • You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually, hanging rope defying gravity • The word merchant, that squirt serpents with a flow pump • Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman, cause I get's no comp • Your verses, are worthless • My thirst is strong enough to cold Earth's water, from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface • I'll leave a generation, birthless • Carry hearses in other dimensions, while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses • You quoting stuff, that ain't potent enough • I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote, leaving out of your rap folder holding floating up • Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic, if I use it right • You gon lose tonight, and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write • I'm overseen, by wicked guardians • With entity after every performance, and make me slaughter part of the audience • I never finish a battle, one paragraph they blue • Just like a phone number, most rappers dash half way through • I designed the rhyme, my wits that I could of read at first • I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse • I'll speak to your brain, and tremble it • The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it • Skills that are doping em, with opium • The trophy I'm accepting, while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium
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