Temple of Doom

Yo, what's up? Allow me to introduce myself Exploration of deeper realms of thought into the black hole of my mentality Merciless verses burn like acid when you battle me Yeah, Temple of Doom, four thousand levels to consume Step in the 'Temple of Doom', lyrical levitator, ligament lacerator Legendary line learner, might take your life later Eulogy creator, massacre maker, voice slayed their health Opened my book, by the mic, vocals laid they self I get positioned be ripping ya while you're wishing Busting nuts and listen, flow through a collision like an apparition Commence to ramming your thought pattern and slamming You're dooming, you damning you, so let the mortician examine ya My style is errorless, challenging me is perilous Street legend evolved into the most scariest therapist Words physician drama enhance the third power Radiation is caused by my potent nuclear word shower You're staring right into the glaring light Flammable flows ignite suckers at 300 degrees Fahrenheit Measure my power might, murder reunite The manuscript mangler, missile manager, soul subtractor Tracks I spin 'em, send 'em, sympathize they be in 'em Anatomy equipped to drink the Five Deadly Venoms The rest is history, my fist will be swinging So dope that one rope left twenty violators hanging Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun Observe the spoken word, I amaze like science fiction Whole populations suffer from massive homicide affliction I burn 'em, hard punch to the sternum 'cause I'm rattling lungs Multilingual rapper able to battle in tongues Prolific paragraph producer, rough rocket scientist Deep intellectual advanced vocabulary user Highest level I rose passed it Funeral bringer, family members hearing moans from the closed casket When its my turn cease the loud joking My microphone exuding poisonous gas that left the crowd choking Witnesses fall when I get your verbal, victims outnumber Doctor supplies so it's twenty bodies to a stretcher Don't need no ganja to conjure, my styles up step My vocals vertically, then reach 200 miles up Mathematic melodious mind minutes with mastery of metaphysics Musical mirror mad monologues malicious South Park pioneer getting mine Went back in time to crack some rappers, I forgot to bust in '89 Temple left them in solitary confinement Emergency surgery whole body realignment Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun Help is needed for the conceited, imitators defeated Lyrics lethally injected, criminals die when they read it Came out the womb after 12 months due to unfinished business I was writing my first rhyme and couldn't leave until I finished So ice cold I freeze in the summer, the booming trap creator Killer cop crucifier deep human calculator meditator Boy you don't know how slow you rock Trick I see the future so I might just holler, "Come in!" Right before you knock Extracurricular beat downs I'm kicking the worst Non perpendicular visions causing the victim to vomit S poetic, dread it, follow the rapid threat I'm getting flashbacks of events that haven't happened yet Criminalistic chronicles I create and criticize Legitimize battle strategy till he dies Cast him out, rhymes cut his jugular, slashed him out Mics bleeding to death, rappers fainting and passing out Dialects sadistic, terminal vocal teacher so twisted Birth date unlisted, proving K-Rino never existed Fool started gunning so I started running At him, he was busting but I kept on coming I'm K-Rino, extensions passing with sound All around, doing push-ups without touching the ground I can breakdown each letter in my name if you want it Killer-Rhymes Intellectually Nullifying Opponents, K-Rino Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun Six million ways to die, choose one If you can't take the heat get your face from in front of the gun I'm flowing, I kick the kind of style that keep them hustlers rolling I drop the kind of verse that keep the paper folding Them haters never seen the kind of heat I'm holding One lyric to his chest left his body swollen I kick the kind of style that keep them hustlers rolling I drop the kind of verse that keep the paper folding Them haters never seen the kind of heat I'm holding One lyric to his chest left his body swollen