K-Rino - Choose Ya Weapon lyrics

[K-Rino] The d**h of my Black Book equals an ocean Strong verbal aggressor with the pacifist notion Plans I devise to uprise and lift Scams I despise corrupt lives and riff Never inept, never slept, never need a gun Followers fake because I'm making their leader run Deep on the topic but never posed as a prophet Concepts kick through common sense, so I drop it Misunderstood cause I'm far from generic Categorised as lethal legend of a lyric You should abide to the rule that apply to Your crew as I guide you inside one, inside to But even with that, these s**ers constantly ride me Flipping my LP in search of a Side 3 '90 is through, I'm crushing you and your tiny scores Slapped you through '93, be there to catch you in '94 Thoughts in my head backed up like traffic Rap book plastic, memory photographic The none achievable to me is none believable Cause what can't be achieved by K is non conceivable Able to reach by reality or blind faith Be it concrete, abstract or a mind state Total separation of thoughts avoid collisions Mental incisions create sub-divisions Of my brain which allowed me to demonstrate the know how Busting through a wack life crew like a snow plough Mic is a sword, rhythm rap book my shield While you're sweating to hold nine yards, trick 'em down field Never letting my head get boosted The whole damn album, K and Dope produced it I take a malnourished beat and steed it Break out the ice cream and milk, I need it Kick [Hook] War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah [K-Rino] Starve element's life, help strength, mind and deepness Memorise what I emphasise, don't sweep this Under the rug cause it'll lump up Vocal combinations translated into two words: Jump Up Information I'm consuming is looming In me cause ain't enough room in the brain of a normal human Thoughts bionic, twice as potent as gin and tonic Psychological booms are sonic, brain tumours are chronic The administrator, hit a later, proper waiter flow Call K the bloodstream contaminator Pay the cost of dissing while I flex my dialects Equivalent to eight train wrecks in emcees necks Lyrical touches expose your two equipments, such as Wheelchairs, respirators, IVs and crutches Definition I'm the main black you aimed at Sent a thousand s**ers, not one of them came back All opposition alluded me, excluded me From rhyming activity thinking they executed me But K is the prodigy giving punks a lobotomy Once received an apology from a bullet that shot at me I'm breaking up pieces, high priest of a thesis Voice range releases, d**h rate increases ____ the realist swings with a k**er fist Never missed when pissed, mercenary ventriloquist No re-enactment it's actual battery Glad to be the highest majesty of a tragedy Poetically socialised, mobilised, I'm noble wise Double my size, I'll visualise through a thousand eyes Give me room to stick, you'll be who I'm soon to pick Sign language communicating bulletproof lunatic Artillery room stocked with weaponry Those who step at me are stabbed to d**h with mental telepathy You face the ace lyrical high speed chase Erase one who fabricates, corruptiveness I embrace The free worded overexerted, overruler of verdicts s**ers flirted and found out that lyrics hurted Yo, any game is a fair game Tie me up and drop me in a live volcano from an airplane Yo, and I'll live to untangle, return to strangle And square off the Bermuda Triangle Yo, vocalism creates a prism Tactician of demolition, breaker of ambition Title snatcher conflict, catcher K-Rino is a cat Certain attack, you want your tongue, I'll mail it back [Hook] War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah War on the microphone, choose your weapon ah [Outro: K-Rino] Them picking an axe, them picking a stick and they hit 47 But me weapon is me tongue, me critical radical lyrical gun Make a verse with one million and make critical styles K-Rino me I'm the Father and me Black Book the charm I'm bringing the dominant lyrical legacy Making the melodramatic vocalists bite the dust man It's critical quick to call man