Dr. Jack - K Rino

Right this way

Make yourself comfortable

Lay on this gurney

Let me take you on a journey

Oh, this needle?

Oh, pay no attention to this needle in my hand

Look over there, what’s that?

My thoughts write with cause and excitement that sparks lightning

When I start typing EMF monitors start spiking

Raw mic torture officer, forcible strife causer

Human version of a DVR, actual life pauser

Flammable head scanner burning primitive grammar

I see life through the view of a thermal imaging camera

Each word that sits beneath my wigs raw

Bizarre cause under six seconds I fixed a million mixed bars like jigsaws

I turn cyborg when I plug in mic chords

I commence the right scores and absorb growing circular light orbs

My yawns resemble tiger-like roars leave wounds when I fight wars

That look just like infected spider bite soars

When the beats played I participate in phrase relays

My talent’s infinite and unlimited, yours is prepaid

I was drafted by a team of space renegades and remade

Got traded after three days due to failure to behave

See, when I drop the bomb you should not respond

That’s a mismatch like Brock Lesnar in the octagon with a soccer mom

What I’m reading you is not even new, it was breeded two

Centuries back squeezing the fluid through a timeless feeding tube

My flesh is florescent, my essence perfected

My chest is connected so each lecture’s directly ingested

You ain’t deep at all, you need to give me a call, I speak through walls

And people fall and seek treatment like they was breathing ethanol

Rap revolution, I’m never neutral to execute you

I’ll set a crucial mix of septic juice with your Metamucil

We strike mic hands like Thai pads and ignite strands

Of saliva that’s disband organs and glands when the first bite lands

My tribe is hard to describe, I built a ride and glide where eagles fly

But it got denied because it wasn’t legalized

Let me advise, I’ve been energized and revitalized

By a 105 over-sized radioactive fireflies

Beyond DEFCONs the level I’m on

Rip through your lungs like the jaws of a megalodon

Wet you like Evian, that’s mileage in my lyrical knowledge

Unidentified objects guided by invisible pilots

Well balanced symmetrical topics I hit your section and shock it

Just like a knife in an electrical socket

My creativity exists in a perpetual pocket

Defying physics flying in multi-directional rockets

I graduated from cerebral school, the same night I received a tool

A golden microphone powered by diesel fuel

My pamphlet sits as a mantlepiece, when it heats it can’t decrease

Rap mass transits speak faster than Durant’s release

If my message ain’t impressing you, I’ll make a greater spectacle

Leave Texas and long distance arm wrestle you

For my flow base is hard to locate, I’ll pitch eight tons of hate over the plate

I throw knuckle curves that go straight

My right hand never landed, it glanced him

Still caused gigantic canyons, kidnapped aliens for whole planet ransoms

Red beamed your camp till shirts get extremely damp

Then make a clean vamp into a Coke bottle size 'I Dream of Jeannie' lamp

The pyromaniac burning thoughts and brains with arson gains

The smoke that came off the flames departs in pain

Relaxed to the hilt, the raps that I’ve built

Trigger chaotic variations in the axial tilt

When K’s in the mood, I be mic tasing a dude

I won’t eat unless there’s broken razorblades in the food

Check the evidence, I inject permanent speech impediments

Charge elements of malevolent cyber intelligence

I’m taking part in extreme events

High level experiments that seem intense when team members switch fingerprints

I spoke and tease even dope MCs, my outer body skill I show with ease

While breaking in your house from overseas

Intellect bench-press land masses and then wreck

I trend set and deck rappers with zebra kick chin checks

We leave frauds served like hors d’oeuvres

Cause we speak raw words that hit the ground so hard that the cars swerve