Artist: K-Rino Album: The Maven Song: Twisted Graphics Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) It's so confusing Let's take em back to the old school Where we played the game with no rules Long before Pro Tools [K-Rino] In one hour, I predict that your flow will be dirt worthless I'm too great to raise hell, I'll just lower the earth's surface I play with the skills, most are not able to deal I smothered his photograph, and he suffocated for real K usually says things, that leave my opposition truly scared Forget rice, I'm spewing hot uzi led at the newly weds Deep as the deepest sea, born to write frequently And that's the reason, I got a extra set of hands where my feet should be Nothing you speak is new, my speeches turn the people blue Cut myself on stage, and make my body fluids leak from you The big bread cutter, what I utter could make the feds stutter Nano diamond skull plate, media write head butter Once I arrive, it's little talking just simply slugs Soak it in waterless tubs, and drink it from empty jugs So who contest'll be my next question They discovered his chest flestering, side evecent arrest wound at a Best Western [Chorus - 2x] Every verse I have is, loaded with twisted graphics Lyrical instant classics, so intricately crafted Wizardry fully packed with, powers and mystic magic People are lifted, by the greatness of each gifted passage [K-Rino] Attempts to stop the spell, would probably fail They found parts of his body shell inside a whale, on a beach in Cozumel Me losing to coward frauds, that's about the odds Of a jouster sword, hitting a octopod from seven thousand yards Each day, between the time of three and six I usually read a list of weak emcees to diss, and eat em whole like feeder fish Once you cock your tongue, and blast your mouth I'll gladly send you down the fastest route, from a living person to Casper's house I'm proud to be a spit boss, it's hard to get lost Cause my alternate universes don't run parallel, they criss-cross I think you shoulda been a cover girl I'll choke ya till your brother hurl, and hide away for nine years in another world I had to shoot paragraphs at you, attributes are absolute So now they dragging you, while wrapped up in a new plastic suit I get's it done, K the magnificent gifted son Doing crossword puzzles, with ten languages mixed in one [Chorus - 2x] [K-Rino] The superfluous man, heal you like an herbulous can Merk you in front of your daughter, because I heard she's a fan With complexity, I'll profess you if you let me Best to address me correctly, I was scared of myself too when I first met me I'm heartless now, don't believe me you can call around The horrid sound gets louder, the lower you turn the volume down My dictionary words are scrambled G, not listed alphabetically Which means, you gotta hope to find em randomly I write my anthems on trampolines Hold you with my left hand, and keep beating you with my right hand like a tambourine The gasoline is doused, somebody caution his spouse Two in the morning, I'm setting fire to an arsonists's house Massive bigger, monographs are blasted via rapid triggers Spent my childhood, playing with serial killer action figures I'm not an average human, looked into a crystal ball And saw myself alone, at my two hundred year class reunion (*talking*) Real lyricism never dies, if you a lyricist You'll be one for eternity, real lyricists never fall off They just evolve and get greater, yeah We keep hitting you with these twisted graphics, S.P.C.