Oblivion’s Scroll

[Intro]
Pass the scroll to me, let me read from it

[K-Rino]
I'm the guardian of the word cathedral
You never heard an equal, murderous verbs seeds spread this evil
Before I create a thing G, I got a let a lab tech screen me
Lock me up, quarantine me and clean me
My conscience bombs come from eclectic directions
When you speak I respond with phonetic electrons
Any man who infringes ends with the millennium of vengeance
For him and ten generations of Hendrick
To try to follow or swallow my chance
Is like getting stung on ya tongue by a colony of bala ants
The oesophagus auras this metamorphosis
Started with my entry through a parallel universe's orifice
I bathe in Insanity Lake
Blended a typhoon with the earthquake and made a calamity shake
I got a pianist who plays keys on 23 planets
MCs vanish, my unborn seed already reads Spanish
I was last seen in a bad dream
Took out an ad explaining everything in a paragraphless magazine
I aggressively wipe out destiny, see my recipes
Consist of seven leagues of diseased manic depressant bees
Don't send your troops to my mental institute
You left the womb nude, I was born wearing a ninja suit
You see my wand so put K-Rino on
I'm a poisonous human Cuban Solenodon
MCs relent and move like I increase the rent
A thousand people sent across a continent on a single piece of lint
Under these pretences, my thesis is relentless
My recent rap sequences decreases your lead senses
No speakers from no preachers or defenses can prevent this
Flows reaches the most deepest dimensions, yours go three inches
The only writer from a biological asylum
Where no other living items exist in my phylum
I tune in with one open ear like a stethoscope and hear
A million conversations being spoken clear
Premeditated sick things, how can I injure 'em?
Aggravated swing swing guillotine pendulum
From macro to __ I collects brains and scan 'em
The phantom who barely whispers and shatters your tympanum
The vocally graphic athlete, whose massive feet
Trampled and smashed your street and casket half your fleet
Strike you cause my mics a tribal rifle, expedite you through cyber-cycles
So it takes 'em light-years to light flight you
Your liable for the writing of unrighteous Bibles
I'll appear before my rivals twice the height of the Eiffel
This chapter has no more laughter
See you got it backwards like placing Omega before Alpha
My word torture enter the Guinness
Men have never reached the finish of it because the beginning of it is endless
At the root like a gentle hygienist, I'm the mental violinist
Who pens symphonies every five minutes
Vocal cords I undo, my cranium grew so huge
The Universe was too minuscule to come through