Teksty: K-Rino. Annihilation Of The Evil Machine. The Epitome.

[Verse 1:]
I arose from the ashes of my mic-foes
I floated up in glowed while clothed in a? JalaBeans? tight white robe
From across the globe I cited microbes
Waited for night time to expose kidnap the darkness and hid it inside a light bulb
Y'all know I write poltergeist flows
You showed up at the open mic, I exploded and left the mic closed
When I fight I throw nitroglycerin right blows
That strike cranial lobes leaving crater-like holes
See K-Rino's a music gymnast
I got so many unusual hidden clues in one sentence it'll confuse a chemist
I'll never lose a scrimmage
I got tools that'll nuke you in minutes and move you from finite to a translucent image
I'm pinning four lines at a time I'm complex with this
I got two extra hands, I'm double ambidextrous
The language specialist who wrecks beyond your Exodus
And ejects the best deadly messages, minus the expletives

[Hook:]
Now when it comes to being an emcee I'm the epitome
It's gonna take an army of lyricists to get rid of me
When you think of the weak, never consider me
I'm stronger than the purist cocaine, come take a hit of me

[Verse 2:]
The sun shined on my lines and they grew vines
I'll write a new rhyme more amazing then running the 100-dash in 2-9
When the melee ignites, I'll be writing it
The wind in my lung is strong enough to fly a 7 ton kite in it
While you was in the streets, looking feeble
I was in the rap cathedral, sleeping on the bed of 7 million needles
My reproductive seed is so outstanding and great
I could repopulate a planet with a manikin mate
I'll have a genius moving wrap speed, stranded and late
My thoughts took off at 9 O'clock but landed at 8
Got ready heat, I'll read from a dreaded sheep
Then let it seep deep in ya head and feet unsheathed and cleave you into shredded wheat
See my lines got enough homicide enzymes to actually re-enact columbine 9 or 10 times
My photographic brains terrific aim can snap shot the cosmic plane and show every lane the 8X10 picture frame

[Hook: x2]
Now when it comes to being an emcee I'm the epitome
It's gonna take an army of lyricists to get rid of me
When you think of the weak, never consider me
I'm stronger than the purist cocaine, come take a hit of me

[Verse 3:]
The fact you think you can end me is what offends me
We can go back into time and I'll rip you up last Wednesday
I test forensics under lab lenses
My lyric infringes up on your senses, winces through you till it cleanses
See your creative efforts are minimal
I'm the information general who rips flows in thousand minute intervals
I disassemble lyrical imbeciles
Ventricles limbs in intricate chemicals I mix and reinvent them identical (woo)
My skin is full of sun ray minerals, so my mental is plentiful
My torso extends 10 venomous tentacles
Your intellectual pinnacle is embroil
You can be the only individual left in the battle and it's not winnable
I've never been the type to wear blazers
I'm the type to engrave phrases inside of your palms with hot razors
A sick brain my page vaccinates it, still it murders the patient
Because it straight contaminates his blood platelets