Four Minute Warning - K Rino

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking

Just when they thought it couldn’t get no colder

I had to raise my level 18 more notches

Yeah

Come on

My momma had an abortion

Years before I spit a rhyme out

They threw me in a trash, but two hours later I climbed out

With blood and afterbirth, I started on a blind route

Civilians threatened by the sight of a newborn infant with a lion’s mouth

I copulate and repopulate

At age four, I started removing my own organs just to see how they operate

I could make the apocalypse end with a preposterous spin

I’m a alien python that sheds rhinoceros skin

You choke and gag when words are spoken fast

I smoke and blast paragraphs

At a cat swallowing broken glass

I provide infinite homicide

By making you die a death for every human in history that ever died

I worshipped on the sabbath, then put bodies in cabinets

Spared the sinners and killed the saints cause they was arrogant

the millimeter of three threes

I’m a self-producing species

Your brain holds less intelligence than my feces

My dominance was ominent

From it comes prominent confidence

I pack a 'matic that I use to crack continents

I wet a rain, spark from the brain

Spit propane and make fire burst up into more flames

I shatter bladders and scatter matter, send data at a

Character actor rapper till cadavres splatter with marinara

I grab and pull your clavicle

To see if its extractable from an actual mathematical quadrilateral

Your throat, I’ll make blood flow from it

I’ll impregnate your woman, and nine months later, snatch the fetus up out of

your stomach

A spacecraft landed with a hyperbolic bed on it

People collapsed cause every alien that exited had my head on it (yeah)

My homicides are shown in a hearse, chronologically reversed

So the last victim I murdered actually died first

Whatever your effort is, I’ll effortlessly better ya

I could sever both of my feet and still be two steps ahead of ya

I’m the thought editor;

like a head of lettuce I shredded ya

I could sit on a planet nebula with a weapon and red sweater ya

I plot debauchery while you ride where my crotch be

Ought to wrap your whole body around my wrist, the way you watch me

Till time ends, I’mma be a threat

I got another head up on my neck, but human eyes can’t see it yet

I carry ten times my weight like a ant do

I’m dislexic, but

I mean you can’t hang with me (yeah)

The imperial skill spiller

Optical illusional mirror serial killer

I’ll stand you at a intersection, and rip

Until I make your body take off running in 17 different directions

Like a surgeon, I open your chest and put my words in

I’m the first one to bust like a dude that nutted up in a virgin

And you picking up the microphone and beating me rapping

Is kind of like constipation: It’s some shit that won’t happen (uhh)

You disillusioned, boy.

I sink you quick

You got lyrical hypochondria;

you just think you sick

And it’s hazardous for a MC to try me

Like a hospital patient with hydrochloric acid in his IV

A bomb was ticking in my right arm

I’m the lovechild of a night storm and a unborn futuristic alien life form

I prozac slackers with no trap

Other planets I go jack and return with a sack of extraterrestrial throwbacks

I’ll approach you with aggression and slap

You so hard I’ll be able to look inside my hand and see your facial expression

My telekinetics’ll stand on ya

I’ll put you in a sleeper hold without even laying a hand on ya (yeah)

Leave contestants with infections in they midsections

I’m harder than a roll of quarters and a tyrannosaurus erection

Send me 100 years back and make me transparent

And you will never be born cause I’ll murder both sets of your grandparents

A mic’s what I have.

No gun to run grab

Slap you with five combinations in the time it took you to throw one jab

Like I said before, I’m really from a future time

And the only reason I’m here right now is to execute your rhyme

I blast you off with word, plex I had to spark it

Fly around the city on my black book like a magic carpet

Your syllable was too easily killable

I’m a musical miracle with a brain that’s refillable

From the womb, I was consumed with ominous doom

My thoughts traveled and exhumed Nostradamus' tomb

I’m from a wicked platoon where false promises bloom

A mansion with twenty rooms and a caterpillar’s cocoon, yeah

What’s up, Kuwait

Legendary pioneer

Grand wizard

K-Rino

This nigga started this shit, nigga

The reason why you the author of the shit you spit

God, nigga

The beginning and the ending

It began with this nigga, and it’s gon' end with this nigga

You niggas can’t fuck with Rino, nigga

What, you MHMR, or something, motherfucker?

Stop selling your medicine, and use it, idiot

You niggas falling off and shit

You niggas can’t be chosen, nigga

Twenty years in the game, rookie, count em

South Park Coalition, the black book is international, motherfucker

With or without you suit-and-tie cocksuckers

Yeah, nigga