歌曲 | Book Number 7 (Intro) |
歌手 | K-Rino |
专辑 | Book Number 7 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : K Rino | |
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Verse 1: | |
This is an exorcism | |
The electro skeleton | |
X-strap the back | |
With his next flow | |
Listen | |
Electro vision | |
That rest of molecular texture | |
In this irregular | |
Secular mechanism | |
You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable scoliosis | |
Plus liver cirrhosis | |
Witness the original | |
Lyrical everlasting | |
Individual spiritual | |
Metaphysical mastering | |
Blasting your zone | |
Will the wrath ever know? | |
The path of science and math | |
Craft in stone | |
My deepest exegesis | |
Drafted alone | |
The devilish staff was born | |
And grafted a clone | |
I elevate with ________ that are sacred | |
Create biological elements that I mate with | |
The Evangelical adamant | |
Radical | |
Murder capital Admiral | |
Who rappers stagger and battle | |
I am the sorcerer | |
Broke through the corridor | |
The 220 century | |
Galaxy orbiter | |
Straight from the infinite thought | |
Who ____ taught him | |
How to combine to Summer | |
Spring, Winter and Autumn | |
My staff is steady as acid | |
When I cast it | |
1 to 150 | |
The demographic | |
No match | |
No matter | |
Where you look for the Heaven | |
K-Rino | |
The coalition | |
Book number seven | |
Chorus: | |
I am | |
The author of book number seven | |
You unleashed the power of book number seven | |
There is no escape from book number seven | |
You're not outside | |
You're actually inside of book number seven | |
Verse 2: | |
I throw hundreds of sun lit punches in abundance | |
You in a dungeon that dwells | |
Within the infinite circumference of my conscience | |
I send and receive intergalactic faxes | |
At night my body relaxes | |
Raises like taxes | |
And levitates over the mattress | |
I transform into a sandstorm | |
Might take the form of a newborn | |
With a baby's body | |
And a 35 year old man's arm | |
There'll be no more sympathy sent to you | |
I make an entity into you | |
As I mentally circumvent your peninsula | |
The intensely temperamental mic emperor | |
Who increases the temperature | |
And makes sure | |
You receive every ninja strike meant for you | |
Opposition | |
You don't hear a word from them | |
K-Rino's the one | |
Who picks up the hitchhiking murderer | |
And then murders him | |
I stand on posters like coasters | |
They've been after me before my birth | |
My ultra-sound picture | |
Was on a most-wanted poster | |
Metallic plate | |
Strapped to my shoulders | |
Vultures fly out of my folder | |
After I bust and reiterate | |
Every flow that I told you | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
No more CD's | |
Technology has finally evolved | |
Albums in pill form | |
You swallow them | |
And let them dissolve | |
Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain | |
When I storm it | |
You not only hear me recite the songs | |
You see me performing | |
You thought you had writer's block | |
Your brain was starting to swell up | |
But that was me killing your ideas | |
Before they developed | |
I'm bruising you | |
Cause I'm half super nuclear | |
You can fit your skill in mine | |
The same amount of times | |
Pluto can fit in Jupiter | |
I load revenge into a syringe | |
Opponent's then cringe | |
At the needle penetrates | |
Within your contact lense | |
Laid with excruciating pain | |
To use my style | |
Like a 120 consecutive root canals | |
Meanwhile | |
My horrors cancel your tomorrows | |
I speak words that the authors | |
Of the dictionary | |
And the Thesaurus borrows | |
Blast my gun | |
With the Wrath of Khan | |
The Jurassic mastodon | |
That easily won the scholastic triathlon | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : K Rino | |
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Verse 1: | |
This is an exorcism | |
The electro skeleton | |
Xstrap the back | |
With his next flow | |
Listen | |
Electro vision | |
That rest of molecular texture | |
In this irregular | |
Secular mechanism | |
You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable scoliosis | |
Plus liver cirrhosis | |
Witness the original | |
Lyrical everlasting | |
Individual spiritual | |
Metaphysical mastering | |
Blasting your zone | |
Will the wrath ever know? | |
The path of science and math | |
Craft in stone | |
My deepest exegesis | |
Drafted alone | |
The devilish staff was born | |
And grafted a clone | |
I elevate with ________ that are sacred | |
Create biological elements that I mate with | |
The Evangelical adamant | |
Radical | |
Murder capital Admiral | |
Who rappers stagger and battle | |
I am the sorcerer | |
Broke through the corridor | |
The 220 century | |
Galaxy orbiter | |
Straight from the infinite thought | |
Who ____ taught him | |
How to combine to Summer | |
Spring, Winter and Autumn | |
My staff is steady as acid | |
When I cast it | |
1 to 150 | |
The demographic | |
No match | |
No matter | |
Where you look for the Heaven | |
KRino | |
The coalition | |
Book number seven | |
Chorus: | |
I am | |
The author of book number seven | |
You unleashed the power of book number seven | |
There is no escape from book number seven | |
You' re not outside | |
You' re actually inside of book number seven | |
Verse 2: | |
I throw hundreds of sun lit punches in abundance | |
You in a dungeon that dwells | |
Within the infinite circumference of my conscience | |
I send and receive intergalactic faxes | |
At night my body relaxes | |
Raises like taxes | |
And levitates over the mattress | |
I transform into a sandstorm | |
Might take the form of a newborn | |
With a baby' s body | |
And a 35 year old man' s arm | |
There' ll be no more sympathy sent to you | |
I make an entity into you | |
As I mentally circumvent your peninsula | |
The intensely temperamental mic emperor | |
Who increases the temperature | |
And makes sure | |
You receive every ninja strike meant for you | |
Opposition | |
You don' t hear a word from them | |
KRino' s the one | |
Who picks up the hitchhiking murderer | |
And then murders him | |
I stand on posters like coasters | |
They' ve been after me before my birth | |
My ultrasound picture | |
Was on a mostwanted poster | |
Metallic plate | |
Strapped to my shoulders | |
Vultures fly out of my folder | |
After I bust and reiterate | |
Every flow that I told you | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
No more CD' s | |
Technology has finally evolved | |
Albums in pill form | |
You swallow them | |
And let them dissolve | |
Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain | |
When I storm it | |
You not only hear me recite the songs | |
You see me performing | |
You thought you had writer' s block | |
Your brain was starting to swell up | |
But that was me killing your ideas | |
Before they developed | |
I' m bruising you | |
Cause I' m half super nuclear | |
You can fit your skill in mine | |
The same amount of times | |
Pluto can fit in Jupiter | |
I load revenge into a syringe | |
Opponent' s then cringe | |
At the needle penetrates | |
Within your contact lense | |
Laid with excruciating pain | |
To use my style | |
Like a 120 consecutive root canals | |
Meanwhile | |
My horrors cancel your tomorrows | |
I speak words that the authors | |
Of the dictionary | |
And the Thesaurus borrows | |
Blast my gun | |
With the Wrath of Khan | |
The Jurassic mastodon | |
That easily won the scholastic triathlon | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
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Verse 1: | |
This is an exorcism | |
The electro skeleton | |
Xstrap the back | |
With his next flow | |
Listen | |
Electro vision | |
That rest of molecular texture | |
In this irregular | |
Secular mechanism | |
You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable scoliosis | |
Plus liver cirrhosis | |
Witness the original | |
Lyrical everlasting | |
Individual spiritual | |
Metaphysical mastering | |
Blasting your zone | |
Will the wrath ever know? | |
The path of science and math | |
Craft in stone | |
My deepest exegesis | |
Drafted alone | |
The devilish staff was born | |
And grafted a clone | |
I elevate with ________ that are sacred | |
Create biological elements that I mate with | |
The Evangelical adamant | |
Radical | |
Murder capital Admiral | |
Who rappers stagger and battle | |
I am the sorcerer | |
Broke through the corridor | |
The 220 century | |
Galaxy orbiter | |
Straight from the infinite thought | |
Who ____ taught him | |
How to combine to Summer | |
Spring, Winter and Autumn | |
My staff is steady as acid | |
When I cast it | |
1 to 150 | |
The demographic | |
No match | |
No matter | |
Where you look for the Heaven | |
KRino | |
The coalition | |
Book number seven | |
Chorus: | |
I am | |
The author of book number seven | |
You unleashed the power of book number seven | |
There is no escape from book number seven | |
You' re not outside | |
You' re actually inside of book number seven | |
Verse 2: | |
I throw hundreds of sun lit punches in abundance | |
You in a dungeon that dwells | |
Within the infinite circumference of my conscience | |
I send and receive intergalactic faxes | |
At night my body relaxes | |
Raises like taxes | |
And levitates over the mattress | |
I transform into a sandstorm | |
Might take the form of a newborn | |
With a baby' s body | |
And a 35 year old man' s arm | |
There' ll be no more sympathy sent to you | |
I make an entity into you | |
As I mentally circumvent your peninsula | |
The intensely temperamental mic emperor | |
Who increases the temperature | |
And makes sure | |
You receive every ninja strike meant for you | |
Opposition | |
You don' t hear a word from them | |
KRino' s the one | |
Who picks up the hitchhiking murderer | |
And then murders him | |
I stand on posters like coasters | |
They' ve been after me before my birth | |
My ultrasound picture | |
Was on a mostwanted poster | |
Metallic plate | |
Strapped to my shoulders | |
Vultures fly out of my folder | |
After I bust and reiterate | |
Every flow that I told you | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
No more CD' s | |
Technology has finally evolved | |
Albums in pill form | |
You swallow them | |
And let them dissolve | |
Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain | |
When I storm it | |
You not only hear me recite the songs | |
You see me performing | |
You thought you had writer' s block | |
Your brain was starting to swell up | |
But that was me killing your ideas | |
Before they developed | |
I' m bruising you | |
Cause I' m half super nuclear | |
You can fit your skill in mine | |
The same amount of times | |
Pluto can fit in Jupiter | |
I load revenge into a syringe | |
Opponent' s then cringe | |
At the needle penetrates | |
Within your contact lense | |
Laid with excruciating pain | |
To use my style | |
Like a 120 consecutive root canals | |
Meanwhile | |
My horrors cancel your tomorrows | |
I speak words that the authors | |
Of the dictionary | |
And the Thesaurus borrows | |
Blast my gun | |
With the Wrath of Khan | |
The Jurassic mastodon | |
That easily won the scholastic triathlon | |
Chorus |