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K-Rino
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Temple of Doom
Yo, what's up? Allow me to introduce myself
Exploration of deeper realms of thought into the black hole of my mentality
Merciless verses burn like acid when you battle me
Yeah, Temple of Doom, four thousand levels to consume
Step in the 'Temple of Doom', lyrical levitator, ligament lacerator
Legendary line learner, might take your life later
Eulogy creator, massacre maker, voice slayed their health
Opened my book, by the mic, vocals laid they self
I get positioned be ripping ya while you're wishing
Busting nuts and listen, flow through a collision like an apparition
Commence to ramming your thought pattern and slamming
You're dooming, you damning you, so let the mortician examine ya
My style is errorless, challenging me is perilous
Street legend evolved into the most scariest therapist
Words physician drama enhance the third power
Radiation is caused by my potent nuclear word shower
You're staring right into the glaring light
Flammable flows ignite suckers at 300 degrees Fahrenheit
Measure my power might, murder reunite
The manuscript mangler, missile manager, soul subtractor
Tracks I spin 'em, send 'em, sympathize they be in 'em
Anatomy equipped to drink the Five Deadly Venoms
The rest is history, my fist will be swinging
So dope that one rope left twenty violators hanging
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
Observe the spoken word, I amaze like science fiction
Whole populations suffer from massive homicide affliction
I burn 'em, hard punch to the sternum 'cause I'm rattling lungs
Multilingual rapper able to battle in tongues
Prolific paragraph producer, rough rocket scientist
Deep intellectual advanced vocabulary user
Highest level I rose passed it
Funeral bringer, family members hearing moans from the closed casket
When its my turn cease the loud joking
My microphone exuding poisonous gas that left the crowd choking
Witnesses fall when I get your verbal, victims outnumber
Doctor supplies so it's twenty bodies to a stretcher
Don't need no ganja to conjure, my styles up step
My vocals vertically, then reach 200 miles up
Mathematic melodious mind minutes with mastery of metaphysics
Musical mirror mad monologues malicious
South Park pioneer getting mine
Went back in time to crack some rappers, I forgot to bust in '89
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Temple left them in solitary confinement
Emergency surgery whole body realignment
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
Help is needed for the conceited, imitators defeated
Lyrics lethally injected, criminals die when they read it
Came out the womb after 12 months due to unfinished business
I was writing my first rhyme and couldn't leave until I finished
So ice cold I freeze in the summer, the booming trap creator
Killer cop crucifier deep human calculator meditator
Boy you don't know how slow you rock
Trick I see the future so I might just holler, 'Come in!' Right before you knock
Extracurricular beat downs I'm kicking the worst
Non perpendicular visions causing the victim to vomit
s poetic, dread it, follow the rapid threat
I'm getting flashbacks of events that haven't happened yet
Criminalistic chronicles I create and criticize
Legitimize battle strategy till he dies
Cast him out, rhymes cut his jugular, slashed him out
Mics bleeding to death, rappers fainting and passing out
Dialects sadistic, terminal vocal teacher so twisted
Birth date unlisted, proving K-Rino never existed
Fool started gunning so I started running
At him, he was busting but I kept on coming
I'm K-Rino, extensions passing with sound
All around, doing push-ups without touching the ground
I can breakdown each letter in my name if you want it
Killer-Rhymes Intellectually Nullifying Opponents, K-Rino
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
Six million ways to die, choose one
If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun
I'm flowing, I kick the kind of style that keep them hustlers rolling
I drop the kind of verse that keep the paper folding
Them haters never seen the kind of heat I'm holding
One lyric to his chest left his body swollen
I kick the kind of style that keep them hustlers rolling
I drop the kind of verse that keep the paper folding
Them haters never seen the kind of heat I'm holding
One lyric to his chest left his body swollen
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