[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Neurotransmitter raps course my synapse
And trap years in time capsules and make them feel as if nanoseconds elapsed
My subliminal responds with sparks
And contradicts its content because I'm conscious of my subconscious thoughts
Verbal wit'll make you short circuit quick
I throw American/murking fit and squirt some shit worse than a murder hit from David Berkowitz
I'll throw dirt on ya bursitis (dirt on ya shoulder idiom)
Your deepest fears are surfaces
Slice you and walk through your personage like a curtain split
My predatory nature so raw that I love [?phlegm?]
While the vultures flew over him, I flew above them
I'm the derelict with sick terror spit
You don't produce natural paragraphs you carry someone else's like a surrogate
The onslaught that I'm causing no author can pass it/pause it
I'm the dark secret inside of the skeleton's closet
I raised my pages in the Sacred Philippines Cage
Grew stalactite braids and shaved them with guillotine blades
A cryptic rhyme shocked and ripped his mind
Canibus and K-Rino combined is an unwritten apocalyptic sign
I turn emcees into shark feed write and read at warp speed
The vampire with ultraviolet crossbreed
The rap gospel I follow is probably most optimal
My ultra opticals can spot fetus hair follicles
The possibility of me not winning's impossible
I'm so mentally hostile I hear good news and get volatile
I telepathically move objects, my tongue concocted
A new strain of saliva, one drop can fuel rockets
I throttle you with violent/violin tailwinds
Then extend another set of limbs and put you in a double full nelson
So tell me can you ace this quiz
You're the reverse opposite of what the opposite of true greatness is
Motherfucker, why would you try to nullify beasts with a butterfly
That's like singing an insomniac a lullaby
My eyes can catch rappers far as the sky can stretch
A bloody mic depicted and described in my composite sketch
Hit your place with self-imposed gashes in my face
Transform you from a solid mass to ashes in a vase
So soon as you move I'm dooming you
Then I'll take your widow to a room to screw 20 minutes after your funeral
You want to try to wipe my rhyme out
You'll be better off trying to put a strapped suicide bomber in time out
Neurotransmitter raps course my synapse
And trap years in time capsules and make them feel as if nanoseconds elapsed
My subliminal responds with sparks
And contradicts its content because I'm conscious of my subconscious thoughts
Verbal wit'll make you short circuit quick
I throw American/murking fit and squirt some shit worse than a murder hit from David Berkowitz
I'll throw dirt on ya bursitis (dirt on ya shoulder idiom)
Your deepest fears are surfaces
Slice you and walk through your personage like a curtain split
My predatory nature so raw that I love [?phlegm?]
While the vultures flew over him, I flew above them
I'm the derelict with sick terror spit
You don't produce natural paragraphs you carry someone else's like a surrogate
The onslaught that I'm causing no author can pass it/pause it
I'm the dark secret inside of the skeleton's closet
I raised my pages in the Sacred Philippines Cage
Grew stalactite braids and shaved them with guillotine blades
A cryptic rhyme shocked and ripped his mind
Canibus and K-Rino combined is an unwritten apocalyptic sign
I turn emcees into shark feed write and read at warp speed
The vampire with ultraviolet crossbreed
The rap gospel I follow is probably most optimal
My ultra opticals can spot fetus hair follicles
The possibility of me not winning's impossible
I'm so mentally hostile I hear good news and get volatile
I telepathically move objects, my tongue concocted
A new strain of saliva, one drop can fuel rockets
I throttle you with violent/violin tailwinds
Then extend another set of limbs and put you in a double full nelson
So tell me can you ace this quiz
You're the reverse opposite of what the opposite of true greatness is
Motherfucker, why would you try to nullify beasts with a butterfly
That's like singing an insomniac a lullaby
My eyes can catch rappers far as the sky can stretch
A bloody mic depicted and described in my composite sketch
Hit your place with self-imposed gashes in my face
Transform you from a solid mass to ashes in a vase
So soon as you move I'm dooming you
Then I'll take your widow to a room to screw 20 minutes after your funeral
You want to try to wipe my rhyme out
You'll be better off trying to put a strapped suicide bomber in time out
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