Father Of The Flame - K Rino

It’s been about three days

(I'm going to need everyone to leave this room

I will contact you when I’m finished)

I’m the helter skelter, bomb shelter melter

Stealth atomic Alka-Seltzer, top and bottom jaw welder

The secular thought exitter

The whips from my texts are so extra wretched it stretches from you to the

derelict standing next to ya

They gathering to battle us

Ghastly unaware of the fabulous passages in my vast cavernous thalamus

I’m not a catalyst of avarice

I send raps in the mail that are more hazardous than anthrax packages

The rap arachnid track critic

Who Ju-Jitsu kicked the blue sky and left a massive crack in it

I’m par excellence, user of sceptre wands

The genius spawn of uninterpretable lexicons

My anger hits high peaks that leave my eyes reddish

Explosive technician with a homicide fetish

Composed a symphony the first day life entered me

No doctor was needed, I performed a self delivery

My raps should be in a castle inhabiting lavishly

With every manufactured character mapped in a tapestry

The sheet was seemingly blank, so the pitiful think

It was literal, but I write words in invisible ink

How much pillaging can a page do?

Well if it’s mine it’ll encage you and electrically taze you back to age 2

I salivate above a cauldron

That’s so hot, it takes a century just to cool down to scalding

In the ring, ain’t no burning me out

You’ll never get a standing 8, you’ll get a laying down eternity count

I see through blizzards clear, everyone’s in fear when the wizard’s here

They placed a sheet over me, but when they raised it I had disappeared

I deceptively envelope you

My depth is too heated for you to swallow like a new born sipping Theraflu

I got several methods to stretch you in my weapon pool

So move unless you got an extra neck to lose

K is never in a glamour mood

I’m a tyrannical fool who cannibalizes cannibals on channel 2

The ill mannered Bruce Banner dude

Who built the mechanical war craft without even reading the manual

I’m sarcastic and cynical

I got blinded amnesia but I still didn’t forget to not remember you

My parables are unbearable, I stare at you

Then shoot a verbal arrow through, let it slice and make a pair of you

Storms come after the thunder starts, one spark’ll become a thought

I never left my feet and did a somersault

I throw a spear through the clear blue and pierce you

Until you scream so loud Venus people will hear you

Once a year I appear new

Got a mystical vehicle that lets me see a thousand miles back in the rearview

I operate under several names, mic murders I can have arranged

I stomp and trample brains into gravel grains

Imitators become so enthralled, but once my vocals go in y’all

They toxifying cake up on your colon walls

I’m so skilfully gifted

That I spit 6 verses on 7 beats and every one of 'em were different

The next move I made was colder

7 flows on 6 beats, one each and had nothing left over

I’m here, but I appear in disguise

I’ve take inferior guys and make their eyes dematerialize

I did a historical check, exploring my depths

And discovered I went to war with men before my conception

I be exploring facts and recording tracks

That go deeper than swords in backs and whacks from Lizzy Borden’s axe

Experimenting new delayed effect raps

You walk away today, but months later your neck snaps

We are not on a even accord

Six months old, I was receiving a lifetime achievement award

Lyrically I am the omni, it’s not beyond me

To gain energy from swallowing red bull tsunamis

I’m never in a cautious state

I go fishing for prehistoric prey in morbid dark waters and use sharks for bait

Your epidermis will rot during a skirmish

I learned to tie his neck into a tourniquet knot

Man I promise you don’t know the half

Every picture of my family from the last hundred years, I was in the photograph

I enjoyed all the trauma that my rap employed

They paranoid from delusions of circular trapezoids

I bomb your vehicle unrighteously

Your windshield wipers were a sight to see, trying to wipe meteorite debris

The sci-fi movie enthusiast

A student of unruliness broke loose from Mt. Vesuvius’s nucleus

Antibiotic lyricist, any mental impurities I’m curing it

Illustrator of thought, the cloud muralist

My pen is like a quick clean scalpel

I sleep strapped to dream clap you, rap example of the Sistine Chapel

I’m schizophrenic leprechaun crazy

I mate with robot ladies and create Decepticon babies

My narratives leave average men babbling

For faster land travel, I’ll grow some back legs and start galloping

I himahoola abracadabra men

And wrote a whole album in 5 minutes with my miraculous magic pen