Heightened Focus - K Rino

Concentrate

Dig deep and concentrate

Now relax

Now get em

I stomp his head till his conscious bled

My content once it’s read drops the gauntlet on a dumb incompetent unprepared

The numbers said: we share no common thread

Stumbling and running scared even after I shredded his body from his legs

Mumbling, like you on a ton of meds

Imma spread my dominance beyond the edge of the Earth’s horizontal ledge

I wanna see these chumps in a dumpster dead

Plus I’m the one who lumbers through the haunted house hiding under the

monster’s bed

That’s how I reflect on past days, I made his body mass raise

Filleted to the plasma cascades to the glass blades

I never conquered my mad phase

But back in my lab days I found a way to dash straight through a zig-zag maze

I’m more than a hybrid, I’m an enlightened oracle psychic

Who can spite for your nicest lyric before you can write it

Ignore you in crisis for inciting war with the righteous

Gorge through the night, organs I bite and absorb till you’re lifeless

Fire lyrics, like cryophoenix here is crystal clouds with Pyro spirits

Not yet invented so I’ll just pioneer this

Spiral towards my rival’s most right of spirit

My sound decibel height can be so frightening only certain types of spiders

hear it

Never could love you, so you destined for trouble

Shove you in some boarding water while I’m playing and catching the bubbles

So keep your crown, we ain’t playing on equal ground

I break the people down then turn up in a corner like eastern brown

Elaborate graphics, you know K has em

Convolutedly in to ravel just like crochet patterns

I kidnap them, then I broke they talon

I got an internal navigational map that locates atoms

When K-Rino performs, they welcome me with open arms

The heat is so beyond the norm, the warmth could set off a broken smoke alarm

Ideas comin' in in clusters, then I rush ya with an endless thrust of slugs

then I have you ticking like you kin to Usher

Show blatant evil, then I make a sequel

Words escape the page

Turn into hateful eight-foot beetles and start chasing people

I spit so hard I use my first to rob

I lodge a sharp, twisted rod through sixty fraud artists and make a shishkabob

You should’ve read the newscast that said my head was growing too fast

So massive, I use trash bags for do-rags

The life-breathing poet

So deep and stoic when I’m dreaming, I could sleep inside a burning house and

not even know it

They think that I’m a damn fool

I like a chance to run my hands through your face like a scalp covered with

shampoo

A crump couple seconds gets you in much trouble

Two men in one: the main character and the stunt-double

When I’m in route it ain’t nothin to riff about

I got a twenty-two caliber pistol mouth that shoots missiles out

No human can absorb that

Attack eighty-four tracks then gallop off laughing in the darkness on horseback

I make your whole house topple over

Snap your neck and pop your shoulder

All by pressing B on an X-Box controller

Your favorite word sayer, angriest plagiarist chaser

Vaporize a traitor with an upgraded laser eraser

You not even a stepping stone, his neck was blown when he left his home

I get a dial tone on a disconnected phone

Bless your zone and make loaded weapons moan

And without getting nekkid prone, I’ll get your chick pregnant although she

slept alone