K-Rino - The Art of Yo lyrics

[Born Sun] ba*tard style with no father tryna claim the kid I called it X cos I ain't even tryna name the sh** Sundullah, see me on the stage with Rip Nitrogen lungs yo my tongue mix pain with spit And I'm nice, the voice of Christ resurrected through mics Son of God, Son of Man, helping some of y'all will overstand Crash the Vatican as soon as I land I'm 'bout to set it on man in the gulf of Adan I stand in the Garden of Eden, unbeaten, undefeated I tweeted pictures of Eve, tonguing cheeses Scientology guides put my rhymes on photography slides To quantify the higher knowledge applied But I'm an uncaged animal channeling Hannibal A cannibal bite your head off and hand it to you SpitBoss, centrifugal force different from yours Sun is Born, this is Lyrical Law, Yo!!! *break* [K-Rino] I've never been a friendly author, don't need a gangster beat to make me off ya, I'll slaughter ya while playing Cyndi Lauper Better than y'all, give me one competitive brawl I throw a hundred miles an hour with a medicine ball I melt your fortress down to caramel softness Drive a charger through ya torso, parallel parking That cosmic ray beam effect, I Hiroshima wreck Rap disaster so tragic they gave his a** a FEMA check Cadence is radiant, I predated Arcadians I stayed with the brigade of alien ecto sapiens Hit your through the atrium of heavenly light Once I smite you, like a left arm you'll never be right I've used every word possible to let you know what I can do So I made something new, I'll collipherously clobber you You ain't legitimate, you posing like a model Dude I'll throttle you, liquidate and sixteen ounce bottle you *break* [Canibus] I'm tryna figure out, who this n***a barking at Before his heart gets snatched, run up on him in a stocking cap Keep barking like you hard, get stalked and clapped Come in the cage you get stomped on the mat Carve your name in the axe, then chop you in the back Hack off your femur bones, beat you with them like bats Put your remains in some saran wrap, dump them in an alcohol vat You can rap but you ain't all that Step inside, close the door, f** you yawning for? Kick your head off, now it's rolling on the floor like a bowling ball Open the door, clean this f**ing mess off my wall And don't ever mention his name no more You dig, you follow me n***a, I follow you quicker You got a weak ticker, told you not to f** with the Ripper Now you showing your true colours, drinking blood from ya liver You a dickrider and you an Indian giver Waging war with some gorillas, I'll bludgeon you by the river The bar range is pissing he gon find you while you fishing Fistula face, herpes simplex I'll break Alienated aliens get ate by alien apes You food n***a, throw yourself over the gate How does alien taste? Like mammalian waste You ain't swift you's a dumb f** I'll have you breathing like your lungs got struck by two-hundred pound nunchucks Brave motherf**ers get slayed for Hip Hop if you love it Like k** Bill between a hundred gay lovers I'm the illest n***a say something... Yeah I thought so, shut the f** up things will go back to normal I ain't happy tho, now I'm in battle mode The president of Hip Hop with mad motherf**ers on the gra**y Knoll I take it back to my Curriculum days What you say? I body you in meticulous ways Cos you thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze Let me tell you something, don't pop sh** fistula face Battle league n***a, talking sh**'s for amateurs n***a Goddammit, y'all living off fantasies n***a You wanna battle that bad, aight go get your camera When it's my turn, I got a four and a half pound answer When I was young, I took down hard targets You a sausage n***a, for coming at me like a novice You never heard 'Fraternity of the Impoverished'? Motherf**er, can't you see that I'm an artist I don't want them childish problems Lyrical manslaughter charges interfere with my Lyrical Law process Out rap me, that's preposterous, metaphor marksman mudswamping We hunt down Hip Hop monsters Skin 'em alive tie their carca** to the bottom of my Polaris And drive them all the way to Wisconsin Partner, f** around, throw your a** under the bus face down Lay down, we gonna wait for this greyhound The f** you gonna say now? Do me a favor, stop weighing me down f**ing clown, Lyrical Law is too muscle bound Houdini style n***a, just struggle and drown Get it over with you can never f** with my style You got raped n***a, you bleeding, don't touch my towel You can spit them wack juice punchline lines all you want But don't front, bottom line, I'm a champ, you a chump You can spit your stupid punchlines all you want But after this the whole world gonna see who won That's what you wanted right, get the f** off my mic