Crhyme Scene

Lyrics
[Intro] I don't know if I'm choking or laughing ahahahahahah Send your people out! Send them out! [Verse 1] I'm not concerned with what an Uzi does, I'll leave you in a pool of blood Like throwing a live shark in your Jacuzzi tub They know I'm sick so they just quit, you've got some Toy 'R' Us spit My verbal thrust kicks could make a bus split I'm parasitic microfilaria After tearing the flesh from your bone, I show up at another battle wearing ya My killer scent seen men harassing The scene was so grizzly, cops was asking people if they saw which way the bear went Strike with permanent impairment As I slide my body lit between the half inch slits of your air vent I don't move weight or smuggle straps But I do cover maps and pop caps like the air pockets on bubble wraps My quotes leave approaches with broke knees Hold 'em up like trophies and let them soak until they curdle up like goat cheese MCs matching what I spoke, please? Telekinetically pulling up oak trees and turning ignitions with no keys [Chorus] My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I'm King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I'm King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green [Verse 2] I wrote soliloquies at false heed My flow seeds grow in your dome piece and cause avalanche nosebleeds I fly up and push the Sun higher, when I race I wait 'til I'm tired Lay down on my back and still run right by ya I'm splashing flames on an average brain Cut him up on a plane, his slash remains came later on a baggage claim I speak through a male meter I feed off aortic valve walls of lousy readers like an algea eater The back flipping rap acrobat I'll rap for eternity plus ten additional centuries after that The pen I'm grabbing, it strikes perpetually accurate Extracting the yolk out of an egg without cracking it The institution's most extreme patient Concentration's so great that I reconstruct a body after cremation Heathens nurse from my weakened verse I plant lyric sheets in dirt that burrow deep and burst, disperse and eat the earth [Chorus] My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I'm King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I am King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green [Verse 3] Connect the dots while I surge you like a breakfast spot Make your throat swell up so big that your necklace pops I'm hard to see plus I scar like car keys Expose your chest, like you was trying to get some Mardi Gras beads I'm putting MCs in their proper place without a trace Punch you so hard an airbag'll pop out your face I decimate whatever stage I'm on They call me K-Rino for short because my full name is twenty pages long To disrespect your work, I'll be the first Upload some footage of you into my CPU and delete your birth An MC of a rare breed I don't discriminate, so female MCs get strangled by the hair weave The amplitude of my mind is real Creating deep powerful lines of skill in a car, sleeping behind the wheel Once I lock you in my thoughts you won't escape my head The victim bled so much my yellow tape was red [Chorus] My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I'm King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green My skill is blinding, really it's a mind thing Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene Spine tingling verses to show you I'm King The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green
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Credits
- Writers
- K-Rino