The Phantom's Anthem

[K-Rino] I drive my load so wild that it's hard to ride sober When I want to switch lanes, I make the road slide over My style's are placed on a private base With each one of the phrases I create need a thousand acres of closet space To face K-Rino is hard luck, I spent the whole day Connected to a Dodge truck letting my body charge up You can't avoid the true test I don't use earthly ammunition you'll need a asteroid proof vest I speak the language of the insects My hands are twenty screen cineplex with a live volcano's heat index Me not the best, you shouldn't have said such Surgical-like hair cuts are the results of sling blade air ducts For no reason my cerebrum improves with the seasons Upon release my thoughts produce ectoplasm excretions My anecdotes receive standing O's And blow gashes the size of cantaloupes, you'll need a car cover to bandage those The more I study, my advantage grows, a true alien and it shows Dove from a cliff and landed in a mantis pose pose My monograms have been known, pretend clones I send home And uppercut your chin bone until it's ingrown I'll peel until your skin's gone On the field, I'll let you score because I planted landmines inside the end zone You suffer plagues and afflictions, I'm the clairvoyant Who predicted Nostradamus would make his predictions I stood over the monuments adorned with celestial bodies That hung from my arms like tree ornaments This is the vengeance for decadence The restitution will recompense with infinite spread measurements The scholastic rap chaplain I clap until the whole world notices the presence of your absence The egg inside a vultures nest is where I go for rest My flows ingest amalgamate with moulded flesh in coalesce I rocket through the cosmics with aeronautics You are product of [?] and a builder of anthropomorphic objects I got a mind that far dated Einstein, reincarnated 9 times With raw jaded lines cause I'm The electric wire light proprietor of the fire core Kaleidoscopic hybrid with the jaw of a dinosaur Vice gripper windpipe with a right claw when I fight in war Got the power to switch tomorrow night with the night before I'm the combined Rodimus and Optimus Prime I was designed to carry 8 mics at a time and drop an octopus rhyme One day, I'll end my recitals and pass down the title But for actions of my disciples I won't be held liable No man can put an end to this ministry Aided by chemistry in the seven centers of spiritual energy The pseudo intellect speaks cynically till they see me visually Paint word portraits with asymmetrical symmetry Which some insist to be contradictory but I'm beyond what's done traditionally What's hard for some is done by me simplistically But as I say on this beat today you'll hear no from K So, now I lay in deep silence and listen to this organ play