talking Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line If you break the line, you will be decapitated [KRino] I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it I cant pops the pressure made, every vein pop In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop I decline stacking lines, you couldnt give me your rhymes I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals Take a verse Ive never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas I multiply till Im everywhere, now Im a main stay A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day [Hook] Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind Line for line, whether written down or straight out the mind Line for line, one of these 16s or seven and a nine Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design [KRino] Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends You couldnt change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens I stun and compress, multiple elements to one Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun Im making my route, and breaking your clout Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth The topic that rock it, from my esophagus was cognitive Innorogative, even my negativity is positive Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet This aint no birthday party fool, my 16s are never sweet Wanted to stop me but couldnt, cause I caught you first Ill dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse [Hook 2x] [KRino] Own language Im feeding, leading to bloody journal reading Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence My mind games, make it impossible to your nonpain Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral Relieve you from human existence, then reconceive you Im so influential, over the people That if I tell em five plus five is twelve, and you say its ten they wont believe you [Hook]
line, krino, 16, ten, innorogative