The End Vocal - K Rino

Oh yeah

Time is up

All y’all emcees, y’all had a good run

No more time, this is it

Let me tell you

You can’t hide from the wondrous designs that my mind do

You could be in another country, I’ll reach out and clothesline you

I’m not responsible for one fool that I run through

When you come to, you’ll catch me tryna unscrew your tonsils

My open folder resembles a gun show

‘cause it unloads out of control ammo, one flow crushes the console

Red liquid I scoop out’cha like punch bowls

I was comprehending incomprehensible untold wisdom at a month old

I hold tournaments in different languages

Dangerous entanglements with me versus my brain as the main event

I like to wear a Jason mask when the mic is there

My type is rare, I’m so deranged I’ll push you up a flight of stairs

I’m using cyclone mic drones in my flight zone

When I’m around it’s so scary the dark sleeps with the lights on

I split cement, what you spit’s anemic

People bringing hands to gunfights, I’m bringing harpoons to disagreements

The next sequence will be tense

I process time so fast, a thousand years ago to me seems recent

And I release at nano-speeds, landing hands on these emcees

So when they say cheese, their teeth look like piano keys

I was conceived into 29 families and built my stamina feeding on sweet animate

mammaries

Thoughts so high that they massage the sun

Emcees come to me to learn styles upon styles like I’m Olajuwon

I got some pages they can trade between ‘em

Haters in my basement steamin', crazy, it’s been ages since their neighbors

seen ‘em

Hellafied bars in this black new mic I’m breathing

Soon as I see your face, I’m going at you like I’m sneezing

My feet massively pound, so when I hit brakes, I’m smashin' ‘em down so hard

that they blast through the ground

Ideas escape from my brain’s majestic gates and transfigurate into sharp

triangular geometric shapes

That race through space at a hectic pace, excavating and wrecking states,

decimating the earth’s tectonic plates

The mic I hold’s a striking cobra

I might explode into a solar lightening bolt, the level right below a hyper nova

I make ‘em scatter like a pistol pop, to wipe me out there is a plot

Meanwhile I got your grandpa in a scissor lock

My analogies be passing regions where the wormhole gases be, leaping with

supernatural verticality

Come after me you gotta be packed with audacity

A question mark won’t even end a sentence without asking me

Insatiable great untraceable evasive moves capable of sneaking up from behind

you while I was facing you

I take various trips through great barriers while carrying a magic lariat to

snatch you out your safe areas

I made ‘em take you off the respirator, persuaded the lead investigator’s case

‘cause he owed me a special favor

Come along and watch K wreck and bury everybody in the place like Sissy Spacek

in Carrie

This set possesses high risk threats

How was it possible to think myself to life when my mind didn’t exist yet?