Lyrics
Your whereabouts will remain confidential like pass-codes
Your body’ll be harder to find than Black players on the Astros
My motto is if they want war blast em
Your on the mic hollering and lying just like a fake orgasm
People stand before me try’na define my storyline
The hurricane rhyme I designed was a category 9
What K-Rino talk it’s like I’m a sprint you a slow walk
Me losing can’t be done like a bald man try’na grow a Mohawk
My flow is kinda like jacking off and that might seem odd
Cause in order for you to beat it (what) you gotta be hard
I’m that hovering crook, killing fools with a smothering look
I go outside the lines like a blind man with a colouring book
My vocal cords are contained, the picture frame in a hall-of-fame flaming
My new name is sequence because my styles keep changing
Come off the mic, you ain’t holding that too right
You got the crowd sleep like a child at twelve-thirty on a school night
If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
Am I the roughest you ever heard, well there’s no need to wondering
I raised the bar so high that a airplane can fly up under it
You can’t shake us, fakers hoping they break us
But I’m pulling more cards than a poker playing in Vegas
You standing calm, cool, collected, but you soon to be nervous
Weak rappers get done for hours like community service
You exaggerate your win rate, so get’cha lies straight
I’m ten times tighter than Yao Ming’s foot in a size eight
Listen (uh) you know I’m stalking so you wonder where K went
Me reckon you is overdue just like your light bill payment
I spit on individuals, chances you got’s little
They’ll be calling the ambulance to rush you thoughts to the hospital
He didn’t even have to face these skills (why)
Cause he got executed by the ghost of AC Chill
I’m a rip you with this verse and when I finished the story
You goin run off the stage crying like a baby mama on Maury
If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
K-Rino's the brain cell repopulater
And my mind contains more lines than a telephone operator
I grab a glass (to what) purpose a toast to ya
And mentally murder the family member that means the most to ya
I think on the level that only can be comprehended on alien nations
I’m murdering rappers with telekinetic paralysis thought penetration
Blast my enemy, out of the vicinity
Mentally superior energy rhyme chemistry
Too many want to be in proximity
But no sir, feminine flows are no kin of me
Whoo I got juice in me, but I ain’t young as I used to be
I shoot words (?) emcee Bruce Lee
Scientists trying to reproduce me
I make emcees choke, (a few see?) if I burn I’d use cables to boost me
I schedule your burial with ease and burn ya like a venereal disease
If words can kill, I be driven to see
My enemies murdered by deadly flows given to me
If words can kill, that would be a vision to see
Cause if they could, nobody would be living but me
Dope-E is a lyrical assassin
K-Rino me I’m a lyrical assassin
Klondike Kat is a lyrical assassin
Tela Roc is a lyrical assassin
Rob Fellaney is a lyrical assassin
Justice is a lyrical assassin
Texas Tech is a lyrical assassin
Point Blank is a lyrical assassin
