Book Number 7 (Intro) Lyrics
| Song | Book Number 7 (Intro) |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Book Number 7 |
| Download | 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 |
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