Choose Ya Weapon - K Rino, K-Rino featuring Point Blank, Ganxsta Nip, Murder One, Da Behold

The depths of my Black Book equals an ocean

Strong verbal aggressor with the pacifist notion

Plans I devise to uprise and lift

Scams I despise corrupt lives and riff

Never inept, never slept, never need a gun

Followers fake because I’m making their leader run

Deep on the topic but never posed as a prophet

Concepts kick through common sense, so I drop it

Misunderstood cause I’m far from generic

Categorised as lethal legend of a lyric

You should abide to the rule that apply to

Your crew as I guide with side one and side two

But even with that, these suckers constantly ride me

Flipping my LP in search of a Side 3

'90 is through, I’m crushing you and your tiny scores

Slapped you through '93, be there to catch you in '94

Thoughts in my head backed up like traffic

Rap book plastic, memory photographic

The unachievable to me is none believable

Cause what can’t be achieved by K is non conceivable

Able to reach by reality or blind faith

Be it concrete, abstract or a mind state

Total separation of thoughts avoid collisions

Mental incisions create sub-divisions

Of my brain which allowed me to demonstrate the know how

Busting through a wack life crew like a snow plough

Mic is a sword, rhythm rap book my shield

While you’re sweating to hold nine yards, trick 'em down field

Never letting my head get boosted

The whole damn album, K and Dope produced it

I take a malnourished beat and feed it

Break out the ice cream and milk, I need it

Kick

War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah

War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah

War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah

Five element’s life, health, strength, mind and deepness

Memorise what I emphasise, don’t sweep this

Under the rug cause it’ll lump up

Vocal combinations translated into two words: Jump Up

Information I’m consuming is looming

In me cause ain’t enough room in the brain of a normal human

Thoughts bionic, twice as potent as gin and tonic

Psychological booms are sonic, brain tumours are chronic

The administrator, hit a later, proper waiter flow

Call K the bloodstream contaminator

Pay the cost of dissing while I flex my dialects

Equivalent to ten train wrecks in emcees necks

Lyrical touches expose your two equipments, such as

Wheelchairs, respirators, IVs and crutches

Definition I’m the main black you aimed at

Sent a thousand suckers, not one of them came back

All opposition alluded me, excluded me

From rhyming activity thinking they executed me

But K is the prodigy giving punks a lobotomy

Once received an apology from a bullet that shot at me

I’m breaking up pieces, high priest of a thesis

Voice range releases, death rate increases

Feel a diss, the realist swings with a killer fist

Never missed when pissed, mercenary ventriloquist

No re-enactment it’s actual battery

Glad to be the highest majesty of a tragedy

Poetically socialised, mobilised, I’m noble wise

Double my size, I’ll visualise through a thousand eyes

Give me room to stick, you’ll be who I’m soon to pick

Sign language communicating bulletproof lunatic

Artillery room stocked with weaponry

Those who step at me are stabbed to death with mental telepathy

You face the ace lyrical high speed chase

Erase one who fabricates, corruptiveness I embrace

The free worded overexerted, overruler of verdicts

Suckers flirted and found out that lyrics hurted

Yo, any game is a fair game

Tie me up and drop me in a live volcano from an airplane

Yo, and I’ll live to untangle, return to strangle

And square off the Bermuda Triangle

Yo, vocalism creates a prism

Tactician of demolition, breaker of ambition

Title snatcher conflict, catcher K-Rino is a cat

Certain attack, you want your tongue, I’ll mail it back

War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah

War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah

Them picking an axe, them picking a stick and they hit 47

But me weapon is me tongue, me critical radical lyrical gun

Make a verse with one million and make critical styles

K-Rino me I’m the Father and me Black Book the child

I’m bringing the dominant lyrical legacy

Making the melodramatic vocalists bite the dust man

It’s critical quick to call man