Vārdi: K-Rino. Time Traveller. If Words Could Kill.

You worry doubts will remain confidential like past codes
Your body'll be hard enough to find in Black players on the Astros
My motto is if they want war blast em
Your on the mic hollering and lying just like a fake orgasm
People stand before me try'na define my storyline
The hurricane rhyme I designed was a category 9
What K-Rino took it's like I'm a sprint you a slow walk
Me losing can't be done like a bald man try'na grow a Mohawk
My flow is kinda like jacking off and that might seem odd
Cause in order for you to beat it (what) you gotta be hard
I'm that hovering crook, killing fools with a sumerting look
I go outside the lines like a blind man with a colouring book
My vocal cords are contain to put'cha frame in a hall-of-fame flaming
My new name is sequence because my styles keep changing
Come off the mic, you ain't holding that too right
You got the crowd asleep like a child at twelve-thirty on a school night

If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me

Am I the roughest you ever heard, well that's no need to wondering
I raise the bar so high that the airplane can fly up under it
You can't shake us, fakers hoping they break us
When I'm pulling more cards than a poker playing in Vegas
You standing calm, cool, connected, but you soon to be nervous
Weak rappers get done for hours like community service
You exaggerate your win rate, so get'cha lives straight
I'm ten times tighter than y'all means foot in a size eight
Listen (uh) you know I'm stalking so you wonder where K went
Me breaking you is overdue just like your light bill payment
I spit on individuals, chances you gots little
They'll be calling the ambulance to rush you thoughts to the hospital
He didn't even have to face these skills (why)
Cause he got executed by the ghost of AC Chill
I'm a rip you with this verse and when I finished the story
You goin run off the stage crying like a baby mama on Maury

If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me

K-Rino's the brain cell repopulater
And my mind contains more lines than a telephone operator
I grab a glass (to what) purpose a toast to ya
And mentally murder the family members that means the most to ya
I think on the level that only can be comprehended on any alations
I'm murdering rappers with teleconnectic perilous thoughts menstruations
Blast my enemy, out of the presentity
Mentally superior energy rhyme chemistry
Too many what a be a proximity
But no sir feminine flows with no Kelanie
Whoo I got juice in me, but I ain't young as I used to be
I shoot words hoopsly emcee brucely
Scientists trying to reproduce me
I make emcees choke a fuse see if I burn I use K-boost to boost me
I schedule with the variables with ease and burn ya like a venereal disease

If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me

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