Book Number 7 Intro

[K-Rino] This is an exorcism, the exoskeleton X-strap the back with his next flow, listen Electrovision that rest of molecular texture In this irregular secular mechanism You diagnosed with doses Of uncontrollable scoliosis, plus liver cirrhosis Witness the original, lyrical everlasting Individual spiritual, metaphysical mastering Blasting your zone, with a wrath never known The path of science and math crafted in stone My deepest exegesis drafted alone The devilish staff was born and grafted a clone I elevate with spawns that are sacred Create biological elements that I mate with The evangelical adamant, radical Murder capital admiral who rappers stagger and battle I am the sorcerer, broke through the corridor The 220 century galaxy orbiter Straight from the infinite thought booth I taught him How to combine to Summer, Spring, Winter and Autumn My staff is steady as acid when I cast it 1 to 150, the demographic No match, no matter where you look for the Heaven K-Rino, the Coalition, Book Number 7 [Hook: K-Rino] I am the author of Book Number 7 You unleashed the power of Book Number 7 There is no escape from Book Number 7 You're not outside You're actually inside of Book Number 7 [K-Rino] I throw hundreds of sunlit punches in abundance, you in a dungeon That dwells within the infinite circumference of my conscience I send and receive intergalactic faxes, at night my body relaxes Raises like taxes and levitates over the mattress I transform into a sandstorm, might take the form of a newborn With a baby's body and a 35 year old man's arm There’ll be no sympathy sent to ya I make an entity enter ya as I mentally circumvent your peninsula The intensely temperamental mic emperor who increases the temperature And makes sure you receive every ninja strike meant for you Opposition you don't hear a word from them, K-Rino's the one Who picks up the hitchhiking murderer and then murders him I stand on posters like coasters, they've been after me before my birth My ultrasound picture was on a “Most Wanted” poster Metallic plates strapped to my shoulders Vultures fly out of my folder after I bust and reiterate every flow that I told ya Chorus [K-Rino] No more CDs, technology has finally evolved Albums in pill form you swallow them and let them dissolve Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain when I storm it You not only hear me recite the songs, you see me performing You thought you had writer's block, your brain was starting to swell up But that was me killing your ideas before they developed I'm bruising ya, ‘cause I'm half super nuclear You can fit your skill in mine the same amount of times Pluto can fit in Jupiter I load revenge into a syringe, opponents then cringe As the needle penetrates within your contact lens Laid with excruciating pain they use my style Like a 120 consecutive root canals Meanwhile, my horrors cancel your tomorrows I speak words that the authors of the dictionary and the thesaurus borrows Blast my gun with ‘The Wrath of Khan’ The Jurassic mastodon that easily won the scholastic triathlon Chorus