Zero Gravity

[Intro: K-Rino]
Keep going up, keep going up
Lets see if we can do it, man, let’s see, watch

[Verse: K-Rino]
Tramp MCs, I turn into amputees, you ramming these fantasies
While I’m making cameras freeze, rapping in Ambonese
Electricity couldn’t stand with me
So light spurts randomly land on my hand when I write and service lamps for me
Instantly my pen or my pencil be overcome with the propensity
To spin for three hours, building up energy
Infantries are crushed by the density
What interests me is relentlessly practicing tying my shoes mentally
My altitude and vision is exceptional
I can see every section through my special multidirectional spectacles
I keep intestinals as collectibles, plus the damage is irreparable
Then once I wreck you right there’s nothing left of you
In each place of my conscious state I freebase
And walk around with half of deep space inside a briefcase
I outrace these snakes in three shakes
And breeze past MC fakes easy wearing a concrete-based knee brace
The massive wrath of me in its totality is packed with accuracy
And rap daggers that's flabbergasted your faculty
The rap he had for me was a travesty
And actually it’s sad ‘cause he was not the first to never see the last of me
My monograph’s forcasted bombastically
The one man staff that had the pain that he was in screaming in agony
I'm manufacturing sadness happily and mind-lifting gravity
While sipping on a gasoline daiquiri
Powerful tracks compacted with hours of facts
Defied logic when I snatched myself up out of a hat
You won’t win, incompetent men I’m stomping again
I didn’t drown in the quicksand, it sunk in my skin
I can straight create a verse ’til the paper hurts
Everyday eliminate the time you wake just to purposely make you late for work
I’m blasting this guy with a classic reply
My flames are strange, you don’t feel ‘em burn ’til after you die
We had to be fast in my PE class
Our feet had speed blast that we used to play overseas freeze tag
I crash into accidents, smashed ribs
Don’t exit tracks all at once, I’m dropping lead vocals, backs and ad-libs
I’m opening wounds and smokin' ya goons
My pictures don’t hang on the wall, they float in the room
I rest and summon my best 'til your lung is compressed
Dressed in a built-in bulletproof vest up under my flesh
The red rum will quickly come and leak from thee
And even if I wasn’t who I was, I would practice ’til I become me
Come in my office and talk with the grand exalted
My brain vault is a seven story walk-in closet
My greatest flow is to come, twenty rolled into one
Vocals I run are cold enough to make it snow on the Sun
The mic’s gravity snatches me like magnets attracting me
My cameras be bright enough to illuminate galaxies
I force clowns to wrap up in corpse shrouds
My voice is loud enough to stand on my porch and be heard on the Oort cloud
My sound growled ’til the whole town bowed
The crowds don’t gather around me, I gather around crowds
My stats be like that of a great athlete
Put me on a pitch black street with a pack of crack fiends hoping to jack me
Or the backseat of a runaway taxi full of rats with bad teeth
Tryna attack me and it still wouldn’t distract me
I deliver a rap then I’ll give you a slap
Across your cap, that’s so exact it makes your fibula snap
See I respond to ya by puncturing your cornea
Abnormal mental formulas confusing like dreaming you got insomnia
These rotten vipers want a title shot, it’s not every night I jot
But I’m more creative than a lot of y’all with writer’s block
My seven senses [?] uplifted
So gifted that even my repetition is different
I curvate around the Earth great
My elevator goes straight to the ninth floor without passing the first eight
I lit up the whole night with a speck of light
And set records by having fans recite complex lines that I’m yet to write
Facing K, that’s disintegration
I’ll chase your next life back to this one and then I switch ‘em, backwards reincarnation
I’m breaking great time barrier records
By magically living 700 minutes per second
Talent heaven sent so I’m evicting the evil resident
I travel at F-111 speed when I’m hesitant
Spoke ferocious opuses at horrible doses
Post hypnotic suggestions before the hypnosis
I provide a dope vocal kaleidoscope, you hopelessly choke when I tie the rope
Even when I’m sleeping, I’m wide awoke
I hold a slew of new poems, dude
I wrote a few to show and prove so I’m underhandedly overthrowing you
I’m not a model, you volatile, I throttle
So hostile I make painkillers holler through the bottle
Can’t topple my knowledge if daily you swallowed you a novel
I’m philosophical but I don’t follow Aristotle
Please don’t be on the street when the heat come
23 vehicles rolling up with me at the wheel of each one
I leap from thought with a deep plunge
I pick out your weak lung and run a straw through it like a Capri Sun
Peep the secretive mystique, he writes albums in his sleep
He completed at least eleven this week
His little scheme was negated
‘cause I had already premeditated the plans to the plan that he premeditated
Standing on a lyrical landscape
Jumping from outer space feet first, hoping to pancake a man’s face
Plus my handshakes make hands break, crumble like bran flakes
It only takes 3 shots to kill your fanbase