Maniacal Manifesto - K Rino

Crowds gather in amazement as I’m lowered from the clouds

I’m so artful it should be unlawful

I record your life so I can fast-forward or pause you like DVR’s do

The flawless grand martial

Who imports volumes of thoughts from rap law school

And gives you minutes to memorise what I’ve taught you

I’m prolific, inventive, unlimited

Demented and so intent with the sin of my pre-eminence I swim in it

Fast as a light flash, I swing the mic past you and dash

Leaving a gash in a meteorite mask

Nuclear isotones in my microphones

I use them for slicing stones

And manufacturing Gaboon viper clones

Extremities I cut those

Juxtapose them in bowls

Swallow your pieces then regurgitate you up hole

I might resort to a cyber thought

And taught you so extreme that your life support machine will need life support

It’s the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you

The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you

The idea that broke through, forcefully provoked you

Maniacal manifesto, the hand that chokes you

You throw me off the podium?

Please

Folded MCs, I carry mic’s on a chain like custodian keys

K-Rino don’t need herbal upliftment

'Cus every night I’m delivered a different shipment of lethal verbal equipment

Style impressive, wild and aggressive, issuing private lessons

Teaching how to draw invisible person composite sketches

Vivid as gold, keep delivering blows

Until your brain is imposed, (?) by the bridge of your nose

No vision, I think you need your eyes cleaned

So I’m comprising a combination of gasoline and Vizine

From the planet, the dumb are banished, I swung my hand

And once it landed his stomach looked like the inside of a pomegranate

Fact spitter, habitual hat splitter, more attacks than granulate in the sacks

of cat litter

I enter keys, printed out, then I leave

Three thousand degrees vehement fevers when I sneeze

I told your fans, I’m the coldest man

I grow and then shrink you down to size

And hold your clan in a Folgers can

Nervous and strain, I’m like turbulent rain

Serving your slang every two minutes interpreters change

Perfectly trained, removable and re-insertable brain

Air strikes with word flames make convertible planes

My memory is so astoundingly cool

That I can view a full pool

And tell you next week if an ounce was removed

I engrave rap’s under-weighed caps

Plus every day I run around the equator for 108 laps

After that, 100 cats I’ll bomb up

Erase a whole population before the sun’s up and that’s just warm up

Verses, you get bladed for just taking one

My phrases penetrate your tongue like a battery powered staple gun

And once the fun and backs complete

I turn the same page over and it’s blank because I write on everlasting sheets