Creative Expression - K Rino

Do you feel it?

Do you feel it?

I don’t think you wanna leave

In a slowmo spasm my poetic solo has 'em

So unravelled it’ll cast 'em past Cro-Magnon back to a protoplasm

Before he holds the notes I pass him, he’d rather go to sleep

In a haunted open chasm and gladly let the ghost harass him

Callously, tearing up these babblers and then I slap

The dead rapper cause he refused to give me dap afterwards

I check and wreck actors in spectacular fashion

I’m the next chapter of adamant neck-cracking assassins

The man who shows you examples of ample mic controlling

Slick handles while standing underwater holding a lit candle

The tracks I make many don’t advocate, they navigate

Fast through the air and space at full capacitated travel rates

They numerate too rapid to calculate, my massive accolades

Smack your face and leave gashes just like a sack of blades

Rappers fabricate and exaggerate, to challenge my talent

Was their mistake so I abrogate and dilapidate

Classes paid to see how I shatter fakes, I’m booked to assassinate through the

day so you might have to wait till after 8

Blessed with higher level intelligence, swing the mic like it’s a

Crescent wrench and leave not a spot of detected evidence

Assume I’ll take your head soon, so smooth when you asleep I built a train

track that runs through your bedroom

Musical flesh wounds infect tombs

I love to contest goons, I keep monsoons hid in my guest room

Harpoon beats on each wall up in the room speaks

I sneak kabooms under sheets in honeymoon suites

The complete setted scene of heresy

Cleverly I speak a melody and infants within 3 seconds be elderly

If MCs wanna travel in the right direction

Follow the light reflections casted at midnight by my mic collection

You can’t escape from the hell I make

I detonate and leave an entire galaxy roped off in yellow tape

I’ll demonstrate the ones that I make

No need to rap an hour straight, my 16s equate to 108s

Many spit rhymes at a dominant rate

But assuming the length of it makes it great is a common mistake

So refrain and maintain your proper lane, you and I are not the same

I got an invisible force field that blocks the rain

Removed his veins when the music came, I don’t drink

Through the main orifice, I hold water bottles up to my brain

They read what the final score said, the EMTs found the beast dead with my mark

carved on his forehead

In my REM state my alpha waves disseminate

Creating movement powerful enough to blow the wind away

Cylindrical neck aggressively read sermons

I’m looking over my shoulders without my head turning

His beat down was incomplete now, the referee found

After checking the film I didn’t have both of my feet down

Beyond the subatomic neutron, upon my birth I was only a crumb

And out it the rest of my body grew from

But after that I changed how that was set

Experiments with new travel jets led to my conception before my parents met

Can’t conceivably imagine matching equally

I’ll argue and fight with you even when you agree with me

I’m tuned to all intimate sounds, so when these lines knock you down,

I’ll hear you hit the ground from way outta town, fool