[Intro: K-Rino]
War'll start when I spit lyrical martial arts
They sought their thoughts and approach me with cautious hearts
Feel this, hello God, it's me again
Asking you to forgive my transgressions
Thanking you for all you do, not just for me but for your whole Universe
So with that being said, it's K-Rino again
AKA the Black Hole, AKA the Thought Breeder
AKA the Octagon, know in some planets as the Mind Killer
Sent here to dwell amongst mortal men with concrete thoughts
And raise nations with the depth of my lyrical translations
For those who misunderstand me, this is my MO
Love come natural but when it's hate that's in my direction
It's returned back to sender tenfold with no affection
So feel that, here I go

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
It's time for me to put these bars in line, time to make fools respect my grind
I'ma bore your skull and disect your mind, which one of you cakes is next in line
I'ma wreck you tricks without even trying, slit my wrists without even dying
I'ma pass by [?] what the fuck you signing, hit your ass with the first thing I can find
Oh and lately I've been receiving hate, hope you fools don't believe in fate
I'ma suffocate him 'til the hethen shake and leave your whole state not breathing straight
Reverse the game and make your mind go left, make you write a verse and diss your own self
If I swing I bet you couldn't stand one lick, I bounce you like a [?] doing Air One tricks
Time for K to teach class today, blast your ass until you pass away
There was mass array but I was still kind of mad because I wish I could have took him out a faster way
Everyday I spray until your pubic split, like a freeway cross me and you get hit
He was wiped out quick that he wasn't even knowing, he was bruised up and we was on the telephone flowing
[Hook: Kim Broussard]
Something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grind
I got something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grin

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Oh, you want a verse, how much loot you wanna chuck, on the mic you can't get non like a monk
He ran for his gun, I laughed at the punk, I got a whole penitentiary sitting in my trunk
Fake MCs got the criminal pissed, only hoes do a subliminal diss
You wanna write some shit but won't call a name out, scared to let them know who you talking about
I'ma listen to your words distinctively and mob on your ass if you think it's me
I'm so confident on the mic in fact, that if you beat me boy I'll smoke some crack
I'ma finna kill the calamity, come and study the man I'll be, examine me
Wanna slander my family and damage me when your favorite MC came up jamming me, boy

[Hook: Kim Broussard]
Something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grind
I got something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grin

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
You can see my picture, I'm standing froze, next time you see it I'm in a different pose
Wearing different clothes I delete my foes, one of my pages contains 10 different flows
Cut you in half like a deck of cards, when the blood rush my whole body get on hard
You wanna flow with the master, the answer's no, wouldn't put you on track boy if you was a ho
When I talk, I scare the Laws and wear your ass out like a pair of draws
I'm beating MCs down with a whooping rope, you couldn't out rock me if you was cooking dope
My mind holds the capacity to massacre man like Butch Cassidy
The faster he run, the better his head roll from the clothesline move when passes me
Watch K-Rino expose the way the dude flows, win or lose ain't scared to take a few blows
Radio, I got nothing to say to you hoes, it's messed up rappers got to pay to do shows
When I come I'ma hit him in the grill, if he bring homboys I'ma get him in with the steel
Reveal my game until I make the whole world feel us, South Park Coalition the definition of skills
[Hook: Kim Broussard]
Something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grind
I got something on my mind, thinking all the time
Keeping it real with every line, staying on my grind