Hour of the Inevitable Conquest

[Intro: K-Rino]
We've reached the hour, ha
There's no turning back

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
You losing's a forgone conclusion
I'm using atomic thought drawn car bomb Illusions
And hard arm contusions, embalming fluid transfusions
The catalyst of war torn art form improvement
The brain enema giver with the cleverness of cinema
The side effects entered before the medicines administered Weapons are intercepted 'cause my mental's eclectic
Double directed, concurrently entered you and exit
His essence left him in seconds with no molecules separate
With no possible fossils or birth records to reference
I'm blessed with plethoras of undetectable micro guns
Nitro pyrotrons that strike and ignite your lungs
I'll rake my claws across whatever I put bars
6 foot anatomies mauled with 7 foot scars
My verses made your throat hurt
From age 5 to age 5 and a half I had a 3 foot growth spurt

[Chorus x2: K-Rino]
The planet is at unrest
World dissatisfaction has brought about the hour of the conquest
Total dictatorship, no signs of hope
Surrender or get caught up in the wave of the revolt

[Verse 2]
Be concerned as I turn up the furnace
He was burned from internal to epidermis, my energy exothermic
In a tower with inferno with the radiation thermal
Let me take you on a journey where each hour's eternal
Please walk at me consciously
The pen marks but in a forest a tree of artists is what started my artistry
The definite article of rap sovereignty, no one is hard as me
No, not approximately or even arguably
I thank God for blessing me marvelously
Depositing bars and involving me in the lyrical parliamentary
The code is red, I unloaded lead and left a whole row of your soldiers dead
The top edge of my pen is a living cobra's head
Galaxies are being fed
I read a mind reader's mind to let him know I knew my mind was being read
Great authors I'm the king of 'em
There's only 18 supreme thinkers in the universe and I'm 17 of them

[Chorus x2: K-Rino]
The planet is at unrest
World dissatisfaction has brought about the hour of the conquest
Total dictatorship, no signs of hope
Surrender or get caught up in the wave of the revolt

[Outro: K-Rino]
No risk, no reward
To determine human existence is not hard
But you can't measure the distance of God
Our ideological synergy sits on ethereal peripheries
And carry no conceptual deficiencies
We travel in a litany of infantries and spend centuries debunking histories of myths and inconsistencies
The God cypher platform is what we rest upon
And only the most aggressive ones will reach the highest echelon
We fly crafts that are more than capable of racing through and taking you
Receiving satellite feeds that are untraceable
Sometimes I even astonish me
Especially when I anatomically become an unexplained light anomaly
K-Rino, S.P.C., ha