Sharp Angles - K Rino

I cut you like sharp angles, mutilated your frame

I unveil change that strangle the thoughts in your brain

The second that you aim, I’ll cover you in flames

And bring you to shame, increasing and doubling the pain

Cut you like sharp angles, mutilated your frame

I unveil change that strangle the thoughts in your brain

The second that you aim, I’ll cover you in flames

And bring you to shame, increasing and doubling the pain

You caught a jab when you ran in my slaughter path

Each thought I draft is harder to understand than a Arabic autograph

Swing with every part I have

Reverse your body chemistry and make you freeze to death

In a boiling hot water bath

Cast tsunami’s wrath if I have to

Make you announce your retirement twenty seconds after they draft you

The reason why men only use ten percent of their brain

Is 'cause within mine, everyone’s ninety percent is contained

I conjure images that frighten apparitions off my premises

Equivalent to a judge ‘cause I issue out death sentences

I hang with hallucinogenic menaces

Who produce infinite corpse-scented appendages that hemorrhage 'til the line

finishes

Ran ‘em scared, the artist you thought was the man is dead

I swing hard enough to leave whips on you if I beat you with a strand of thread

Rap homicides beyond imagination

My method for eradication of a migraine headache is decapitation

The number of patients equal too many for tabulation

They’ll have to link two calculators up just to complete the equation

I’m extreme, my holocaust range is stretching

So far that the next scene is continued on a next screen

When I wanna be left alone, I angrily set the tone

Train my larynx to soak in ammonia and methadone

On the microphone, you need a chaperone

When it comes to spitting, you need to do what your girl did to you and leave

rap alone

I cut you like sharp angles, mutilated your frame

I unveil change that strangle the thoughts in your brain

The second that you aim, I’ll cover you in flames

And bring you to shame, increasing and doubling the pain

I’m the warlock, the phantom that haunts your thought canyon

The mic’s my only war companion like a sword of D’Artagnan

I see nothing but you, my vision’s in tunnel mode

A remote controlled probe implodes your frontal lobe

Hit you with heart tasers, biting is audacious

Like dipping your head in hot grease and bobbing for sharp razors

I shred you into bodily confetti

They’ll find a sample of your DNA inside every beast of the Serengeti

I’ll rule with a rod of iron, the source of raw fire

Boss of a empire, I floss with barb wire

I slaughter and cast them into the gas of my audio chasm

Until my audio has ‘em in a full cardio spasm

My article depth is nautical, sparks that embark from my right metacarpal

Could set fire to a colossal bed of charcoal

Emcee rifler, cosmic media right stifler

The alternate universe entity code decipherer

The founder, the one-man school of shark surrounder

My counterpart was left with no parts left to counter

With a myriad of skill, I drill you and kill you with

Futuristic technology man is not familiar with

I’ve sparred with those

With my mic as a Moses rod, they were all exposed as fraud

I cause body juice afflictions with proper use addiction

And double cross you like I was issuing two crucifixions

I cut you like sharp angles, mutilated your frame

I unveil change that strangle the thoughts in your brain

The second that you aim, I’ll cover you in flames

And bring you to shame, increasing and doubling the pain

Cut you like sharp angles, mutilated your frame

I unveil change that strangle the thoughts in your brain

The second that you aim, I’ll cover you in flames

And bring you to shame, increasing and doubling the pain