Book Number 7 (Intro)

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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