Word Mastery - K Rino

Yeah

Y’all bout to witness word mastery

K-Water in the building, D-1 in the building

Ya boy K-Rino

This how we goin' to do

We operate on a high plane

Y’all boys crashed-landed years ago

So check the flow

Listen

I’m warning ya

With two bars I’m vocally embalming ya

When it comes to harming ya I got seventy different formulas

Torment ya with a punch that left my whole right arm in ya

On a twenty thousand mile land strip I still corner ya

I granulate em in a powered form when I’m done with em

Correspond with warm sun rays and become one with them

My substances is trusted I saw the mic and I lust it

I’ll spit a verse that’ll rupture your bicuspid and bust it

My exhibitions is giving the victims and repetition

With a clarity of a television with high definition

I’ll crack you, at rasta member tabernacle

Hover and cover you with a verbal wing span of a pterodactyl

Wickedly wreck styles with vocal projectiles

That affect you and leave piles of organs that stretch miles

An emergency ensued (yeah) every word would be approved

And when you lose at a verse that I use is every surgically removed

I interrogate rap bandits and narrate parables

And burn ya outer flesh til your skin is unwearable

Your ghost in a gallow, your chances are narrow

You can’t see me in battle my tongue cast the eighty mile shadow (yeah)

Your ask for the truth, I’m a give you actual proof

The top of my head slides back like a retractable roof

Your flow is awful;

to the logical articles I’m impartial

You broke the law and got your whole committee court marshaled

You witnessing word mastery skill at his highest

It don’t matter if you home or not it ain’t wise to try this

Have of em got deals but I doubt they hit

Boy don’t ever fix ya mouth and say the south can’t spit

YEAH!

I’ll eventually get in ya head, conduct symphonies when ya dead

An unseen entity that pins ya to ya bed

I minimize your stare, the pilot who flies the craft

My slightest cerebral vibration’s malfunction a seismograph

I blast those critics with astro-physics

A trillion square my word total past those digits

Never been frivolous, the clever verb biberist word deliver

Who murdered every insurgent an ignorant co-conspirator

The sober lyricist, who achieves advancements without weed enhancement

With seventeen angels who proofread my pamphlets

They dropping me, tender posits of quantum technology

The cosmic brainstorms that defy meteorology

For my thoughts I make no apologies (uh-uh)

As I speak knowledge and teach you the difference between astronomy and

astrology (ha)

I impede you and cut you so bad with what I read you

That a hundred stab wound victims couldn’t out bleed you