Twisted Graphics - K Rino

It’s so confusing

Let’s take 'em back to the old school

Where we played the game with no rules

Long before Pro Tools

In one hour I predict that your flow will be dirt worthless

I’m too great to raise Hell, I’ll just lower the Earth’s surface

I play with the skills, most are not able to deal

I smothered his photograph and he suffocated for real

K usually says things that leave my opposition truly scared

Forget rice I’m spewing hot Uzi lead at the newly weds

Deep as the deepest sea, born to write frequently

And that’s the reason I got an extra set of hands where my feet should be

Nothing you speak is new, my speeches turn the people blue

Cut myself on stage and make my body fluids leak from you

The big bread cutter, what I utter can make the Feds stutter

Nano diamonds skull plate, meteorite head butter

Once I arrive it’s little talking just simply slugs

Soak it in waterless tubs and drink it from empty jugs

So who can test will be my next question

They discovered it’s just festering inside a vest in a rest room at a best

western

Every verse I have is, loaded with twisted graphics

Lyrical instant classics so intricately crafted

Wizardry fully packed with powers and mystic magic

People are lifted by the greatness of each gifted passage

Attempts to stop the spell would probably fail

They found parts of his body shell inside a well on a beach in Cozumel

Me losing to coward frauds, that’s about the odds

Of a jouster’s sword hitting an octopod from 7000 yards

Each day between the time of 3 and 6

I usually read a list of weak MCs to diss and eat 'em whole like feeder fish

Once you cock your tongue and blast your mouth

I’ll gladly you send you down the fastest route from a living person to

Casper’s house

I’m proud to be a spit boss, it’s hard to get lost

Because my alternate universes don’t run parallel they criss-cross

I think you should’ve been a cover girl

I’ll choke you till your brother hurls

Then hide away for 9 years in another world

I had to shoot paragraphs at you, attributes are absolute

So now they dragging you out wrapped up in a new plastic suit

I gets it done, K the magnificent gifted son

Doing crossword puzzles with ten languages mixed in one

The superfluous man, heal you like a herbalist can

Murk you in front of your daughter because I heard she’s a fan

With complexity I’ll possess you if you let me

Best to address me correctly, I was scared of myself too when I first met me

I’m heartless now, don’t believe me you can call around

The horrid sound gets louder the lower you turn the volume down

My dictionary words are scrambled G, not listed alphabetically

Which means you gotta hope to find them randomly

I write my anthems on trampolines

Hold you with my left hand and keep beating you with my right hand like a

tambourine

The gasoline is doused, somebody costing their spouse

Two in the morning I’m setting fire to an arsonist’s house

Massive bigger monographs are blasted via rapid trigger

Spent my childhood playing with serial killer action figures

I’m not an average human

Looked into a crystal ball and saw myself alone at my 200-year class reunion

Real lyricism never dies

If you a lyricist you’ll be one for eternity

Real lyricists never fall off

They just evolve and get greater

Yeah

We keep hitting you with these twisted graphics