Four Minute Warning - K Rino, Kuwait

My momma had an abortion years before I spit a rhyme out

They threw me in the trash but two hours later I climbed out

With blood and afterbirth, I started on a blind route

Civilians threatened by the sight of a newborn infant with a lion’s mouth

I copulate and repopulate, at age four

I started removing my own organs just to see how they operate

I could make the apocalypse end with a preposterous spin

I’m a alien python that sheds rhinoceros skin

You choke and gag when words are spoken fast

I smoke and blast paragraphs at a cat swallowing broken glass

I provide infinite homicide by making you die

The death of every human in history that ever died

I worshipped on the Sabbath, then put bodies in cabinets

Spared the sinners and killed the saints cause they was arrogant

When the priest sees the millimeter of three threes

I’m a self-producing species, your brain holds less intelligence than my feces

My dominance was ominent from it comes prominent confidence

I pack a 'matic that I use to crack continents

I wet a rain, spark burst from the brain

I spit propane and make fire burst up into more flames

I shatter bladders and scatter matter, send data at a

Character actor rapper 'til cadavers splatter with marinara

I grab and pull your clavicle

To see if its extractable, I’m an actual mathematical quadrilateral

Your throat, I’ll make blood flow from it, I’ll impregnate your woman

And nine months later snatch the fetus up out of your stomach

A spacecraft landed with a hyperbolic bed on it

People collapsed cause every alien that exited had my head on it

My homicides are shown in a hearse, chronologically reversed

So the last victim I murdered actually died first

Whatever your effort is, I’ll effortlessly better ya

I could sever both of my feet and still be two steps ahead of ya

I’m the thought editor, like a head of lettuce I shredded ya

I could sit on a planet nebula with a weapon and red sweater ya

I plot debauchery while you ride where my crotch be

I ought to wrap your whole body around my wrist, the way you watch me

'Til time ends, I’ma be a threat

I got another head up on my neck, but human eyes can’t see it yet

I carry ten times my weight like a ant do

I’m dyslexic, but me with still me with hang can’t you

I mean you can’t hang with me, the imperial skill spiller

Optical illusional mirror serial killer

I’ll stand you at a intersection and rip

Until I make your body take off running in 17 different directions

Like a surgeon, I open your chest and put my words in

I’m the first one to bust like a dude that nutted up in a virgin

And you picking up the microphone and beating me rapping

Is kind of like constipation, it’s some shit that won’t happen

You disillusioned, boy.

I sink you quick

You got lyrical hypochondria, you just think you sick

And it’s hazardous for a stalky MC to try me

Like a hospital patient with hydrochloric acid in his IV

A bomb was ticking in my right arm

I’m the lovechild of a night storm and an unborn futuristic alien lifeform

I prozac slackers with no trap, other planets I go jack

And return with a sack of extraterrestrial throwbacks

I’ll approach you with aggression and slap you so hard

I’ll be able to look inside my hand and see your facial expression

My telekinetics will stand on ya

I’ll put you in a sleeper hold without even laying a hand on ya

Leave contestants with infections in they midsections

I’m harder than a roll of quarters and a tyrannosaurus erection

Send me a hundred years back and make me transparent

And you will never be born cause I’ll murder both sets of your grandparents

A mic’s what I have, no gun to run grab

Slap you with five combinations in the time it took you to throw one jab

Like I said before, I’m really from a future time

And the only reason I’m here right now is to execute your rhyme

The seat I blast you off with word plex, I had to spark it

Fly around the city on my Black Book like a magic carpet

Your syllable was too easily killable

I’m a musical miracle with a brain that’s refillable

From the womb, I was consumed with ominous doom

My thoughts traveled and exhumed Nostradamus' tomb

I’m from a wicked platoon where false promises bloom

A mansion with twenty rooms and a caterpillar’s cocoon

Yeah what’s up, Kuwait?

Legendary pioneer, the grand wizard K-Rino.

This nigga started this shit, nigga.

The reason why you the author of the shit you spit: God, nigga.

The beginning and the ending.

It began with this nigga, and it’s gon' end with

this nigga.

You niggas can’t fuck with Rino, nigga.

What, you MHMR or something,

motherfucker?

Stop selling your medicine, and use it, idiot.

You niggas

falling off and shit.

You niggas can’t be chosen, nigga.

Twenty years in the

game, rookie, count em.

South Park Coalition, the black book is international,

motherfucker.

With or without you suit-and-tie cocksuckers.

Yeah, nigga