[Intro: Kyle, Dylan & gini]
Hey Dylan, yeah?
Look what I've found
Hey Dylan, look what I've found
What you got there Kyle?
It's some kind of, I don't know
Some type of notebook or something
Let's see it
This gotta be aleast a thousand years old
Gee-willikers, Kyle, this could be monumental, let's open i, dude
No! No, man, I heard about this
Come on man
I don't think we should open it
We're archaeologists man, this is what we live for
You're on your own man, I'm getting the hell out of here
Give it here, I'll open it *coughing*
What the hell?
I told you we shouldn't have opened it
Oh-wee, man it sure feel good to be free
Man, I appreciate y'all releasing ya boy like that
Y'all ain't got no joice around here?
I'll tell y'all what man
Just to show my appreciation of y'all letting me loose
I'ma make this massacre short and sweet, bye-bye...
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
This is an exorcism, the exoskeleton
X-strap the back with his next flow, listen
Electrovision that rest of molecular texture
In this irregular secular mechanism
You diagnosed with doses
Of uncontrollable scoliosis, plus liver cirrhosis
Witness the original, lyrical everlasting
Individual spiritual, metaphysical mastering
Blasting your zone, with a wrath never known
The path of science and math crafted in stone
My deepest exegesis drafted alone
The devilish staff was born and grafted a clone
I elevate with spawns that are sacred
Create biological elements that I mate with
The evangelical adamant, radical
Murder capital admiral who rappers stagger and battle
I am the sorcerer, broke through the corridor
The 220 century galaxy orbiter
Straight from the infinite thought booth I taught him
How to combine to Summer, Spring, Winter and Autumn
My staff is steady as acid when I cast it
1 to 150, the demographic
No match, no matter where you look for the Heaven
K-Rino, the Coalition, Book Number 7
Hey Dylan, yeah?
Look what I've found
Hey Dylan, look what I've found
What you got there Kyle?
It's some kind of, I don't know
Some type of notebook or something
Let's see it
This gotta be aleast a thousand years old
Gee-willikers, Kyle, this could be monumental, let's open i, dude
No! No, man, I heard about this
Come on man
I don't think we should open it
We're archaeologists man, this is what we live for
You're on your own man, I'm getting the hell out of here
Give it here, I'll open it *coughing*
What the hell?
I told you we shouldn't have opened it
Oh-wee, man it sure feel good to be free
Man, I appreciate y'all releasing ya boy like that
Y'all ain't got no joice around here?
I'll tell y'all what man
Just to show my appreciation of y'all letting me loose
I'ma make this massacre short and sweet, bye-bye...
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
This is an exorcism, the exoskeleton
X-strap the back with his next flow, listen
Electrovision that rest of molecular texture
In this irregular secular mechanism
You diagnosed with doses
Of uncontrollable scoliosis, plus liver cirrhosis
Witness the original, lyrical everlasting
Individual spiritual, metaphysical mastering
Blasting your zone, with a wrath never known
The path of science and math crafted in stone
My deepest exegesis drafted alone
The devilish staff was born and grafted a clone
I elevate with spawns that are sacred
Create biological elements that I mate with
The evangelical adamant, radical
Murder capital admiral who rappers stagger and battle
I am the sorcerer, broke through the corridor
The 220 century galaxy orbiter
Straight from the infinite thought booth I taught him
How to combine to Summer, Spring, Winter and Autumn
My staff is steady as acid when I cast it
1 to 150, the demographic
No match, no matter where you look for the Heaven
K-Rino, the Coalition, Book Number 7
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