Lightning Language - K Rino

As I walk the metropolis under sovereign auspices

I’m a dark-spitting arsonist with a closet of carcasses

I’ll be stalking your offices, beg your pardon for heartlessness

The unfortunate part of this is I’m just getting started, list

Twenty artists that’s marvelous, any genre regardless if

It’s an author, guitarist, r&b singer or novelist

Went to rich from impoverished so the obvious moral is

Since I started worked hardest and been exalted because of it

As I lay in my palace, kicking sick hateful analysis

Written pages of battle spit, palms laden with calluses

I’ll be slaying the blasphemous everyday with no absences

Changing phrases to calculus with the ways of an alchemist

Reaching deep in a sea of ‘em, speeches leak at a premium

Breeding and feeding ‘em in my cerebral endometrium

I speak to mediums that teach me of nature’s ingredients

Then drink the sweetness that discretely secretes from its thelium

I’m slow cooking and simmering, prepping them for dismemberment

Fifty pound Timberlands, you ever seen a sheet of paper hemorrhaging?

Sleeping in Narnia, dreaming I had insomnia

In a dorm in a storm, conjuring ominous formulas

When you try to get hostile quick, my responses are monstrous

And the blocks get rocketed out of pockets of consciousness

I break cosmic rules and laws, make prophets using bars

Make molecules dissolve and silence move through walls

Your attempts are commendable, my offense indefensible

Twist and flip you continual 'til you’re rendered expendable

I can still remember these bars with years of memory loss

Rip your extremities off then make you give me applause

I like to stare at civilians while preparing to kill them

The schizophrenic birthday clown scaring the children

Flashing simple dramatics that bend and rip through metallics

I’m more twisted and callus than maggots mixed in a salad

Reduce your weight into ounces and propagate my announcements

Indoctrinate a new sound that’ll knock you straight through a mountain

I’m foraging and exploring, orbiting in a DeLorean

Every morning waking you, playing my songs on an accordion

Hateful and slanderous, misbehaving and scandalous

Nauseating my handlers as I bathe in tarantulas

We kidnap material tyrants then make up theories and write ‘em

Pack master satchels I use to gather invisible items

My right hand’ll deface ya, my other hand is a razor

Communicate to the H 'til my mother’s standing in Asia

My escapades and endeavors shock and amaze you forever

Twenty days in the craziest weather, blending phrases together

I’m racing and spinning cars, no way you can win the war

I’m at a pagan seminar, chasing and slaying Minotaurs

I’m serving plates in my school 'til every nation is full

My verticality baffles the gravitational pull

I’m halting the replication of all dismal creations

Break the code of any language with hand signal translations

My impeccable stats got them checking for facts

I let bats enter and swim in your intestinal tract, I’m out

I’m Out