Flip Side of Reality - K Rino

I’m in a heavy metal vibe in a rage

But since I don’t use a guitar I slam and burn bodies on stage

I shout and spit at these doubting tricks because they counterfeit

I’ll swallow dusk speck and knock a ton of dust up out of it

I hold my folder overhead until my shoulders burn

I’ll show you what I learned when I get back from the point of no return

My bars be loaded with palsy

My phone works in reverse, so I’ll hang up in your face before you call me

Set you in the depths of this medley

Once I lock you in my head G, you’ll never leave again like a dead tree

They look at me and say this guy’s scary

While you wearing a tiny backpack on books, I carry a library

I stand calm through the chaos and violence

And the only thing that breaks my concentration is silence

Only classic lines rise from my lid

Sometimes I think I wish I thought of that, and then I realise that I did

My hand is faster than the eyes, so blink quick

I’m so naturally instinctive that I swing fists before my brain thinks it

The Anarchist who ran farthest through the grand darkness

My flow scorches a man’s carcass like a pan’s sausage

I spark mystical thoughts that rise about the hardest

Raw enough to hide your car inside its own glove compartment

The trained shogun so approach me real slow son

Cause I don’t even trust the dude who told me to trust no-one

When it leaves my mouth, it doesn’t take a strong amount

One ounce of what I douse is like a glass of Kool Aid at Jim Jones' house

You see he’s frail

I’m harder than a seashell with deep spells that let me snatch DNA samples from

emails

You’re shell-shocked when the spell drops

I almost went to jail for putting a bag of ricin in my own mailbox

You specialise in phrase adoption, I display self-made concoctions

Plus I break scales when I weigh my options

My head spins forwards and backwards on an antenna-like axis

Then I practice writing raps that cause anaphylaxis

The lead professor, I go deeper in each semester

The beat infector, specially trained continent reconnector

My genius stripes been earned, the wisest men learned

At my feet Einstein couldn’t have made it as my intern

Verbal infern, no pity or concern

I run circles around you full speed until I melt you with the wind burn

Then send vocals out this world until the moon is warmer

Walking through metal detectors with a suit of armour

The true performer, writing volumes on a single pad

And to your life your subtraction is the only thing I’ll add

My mind glides like a high-tech design ride

Plus I saw you clear as day from a blind side

I made a big mistake, you’re not the guy I meant to help

Disconnected my body parts just to reinvent myself