Flip Side of Reality

[Verse 1: K-Rino] I'm in a heavy metal vibe in a rage But since I don't use a guitar I slam and burn bodies on stage I shout and spit at these doubting tricks because they counterfeit I'll swallow dusk speck and knock a ton of dust up out of it I hold my folder overhead until my shoulders burn I'll show you what I learned when I get back from the point of no return My bars be loaded with palsy My phone works in reverse, so I'll hang up in your face before you call me Set you in the depths of this medley Once I lock you in my head G, you'll never leave again like a dead tree They look at me and say this guy's scary While you wearing a tiny backpack on books, I carry a library I stand calm through the chaos and violence And the only thing that breaks my concentration is silence Only classic lines rise from my lid Sometimes I think I wish I thought of that, and then I realise that I did [Verse 2: K-Rino] My hand is faster than the eyes, so blink quick I'm so naturally instinctive that I swing fists before my brain thinks it The Anarchist who ran farthest through the grand darkness My flow scorches a man's carcass like a pan's sausage I spark mystical thoughts that rise about the hardest Raw enough to hide your car inside its own glove compartment The trained shogun so approach me real slow son Cause I don't even trust the dude who told me to trust no-one When it leaves my mouth, it doesn't take a strong amount One ounce of what I douse is like a glass of Kool Aid at Jim Jones' house You see he's frail I'm harder than a seashell with deep spells that let me snatch DNA samples from emails You're shell-shocked when the spell drops I almost went to jail for putting a bag of ricin in my own mailbox You specialise in phrase adoption, I display self-made concoctions Plus I break scales when I weigh my options [Verse 3: K-Rino] My head spins forwards and backwards on an antenna-like axis Then I practice writing raps that cause anaphylaxis The lead professor, I go deeper in each semester The beat infector, specially trained continent reconnector My genius stripes been earned, the wisest men learned At my feet Einstein couldn't have made it as my intern Verbal infern, no pity or concern I run circles around you full speed until I melt you with the wind burn Then send vocals out this world until the moon is warmer Walking through metal detectors with a suit of armour The true performer, writing volumes on a single pad And to your life your subtraction is the only thing I'll add My mind glides like a high-tech design ride Plus I saw you clear as day from a blind side I made a big mistake, you're not the guy I meant to help Disconnected my body parts just to reinvent myself