Yo, you can give a man a brain, but will he think? I give him water like the rain, but will he drink? I hit the punk with everything but the kitchen sink The Universe is like a chain, I'm the missing link Every time I open up my book I'm reading with my eyes but I used my eyes to look Seeing with my intellect I travel to the deep My brain draws a picture even when I fast asleep Sketching, like an architect, a building made of thoughts Comprehending wisdom years before it's even taught Talent makes the master kick a rap or even scene The writer metamorphosize into Stephen King Time is running out but I won't let 'em see the clock Decipher spirit codes and the take the form of kilo rock Conditions make me realise that niggas coming soon Got hype in outer space and rode around across the Moon Vocally I'm powerful, I catapult through space Words disintegrate across a tonne of toxic waste Physically as well as mathematically precise Yesterday a psychic called and asked me for advice K-Rino is too aerodynamically equipped Witness a rage he stage, niggas pages ripped Vocals I dissimulate the victim like they're slow The slightest touch is equal to a thousand Tyson blows