Enigma Class

[Intro: K-Rino]
Please don't ever wake me from this glorious dream

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
The oracles back storing a stack of historical facts
In a portable pack for you mortals to jack
Still absorbing attacks from these insubordinate wacks
After recording my acts I'mma fast forward it back
My mental forces react and have intercourse with the track
My pen'll torture you black cause of many sources you lack
I orbit galactical stratospheres morphing to bats
My tenor voice can impact and leave Finnish porcelain cracked
I'm not a pessimist or a Methodist, I'm guessing the best
Description of my true essence is a heavily dreaded exorcist
The question of second is a genetic risk so I'm catching this retched tricks slipping like necklaces on a headless chick
I go from soul to soul and I roll as far as the ocean go
Froze enough testosterone overload to throw a stove
I control this globe but on my old abode the flowing mode
Is so imposed that K-Rino was the lowest on the totem pole
Plus my soldiers know when I'm throwing bows I cause my own broken nose
Rope-a-dope and shoulder roll, I do both of those
These hopeless so-and-so's need to know their roles
I won't disclose the untold total number of flows that my folder holds
I never Cadillac, matter of fact, I'm so careless that a snake was mad cause I snatched him and wouldn't give his rattle back
Choke you out and shake you like a soda pop, do a photo op
And elbow the top of you corona's hood till the motor drops
The elite strategist, have a seat as I eat with the scavengers
While I speak and defeat your complete battle list
People retreat faster than master mathematicians freak calculus
Little bastards, you ain't a star, you an asterisk
Copy this cause your style is impoverish, the popular novelist
The pen I'm jotting with is the size of an obelisk
Emerge ripping, gifted with earth-splitting, curb-lifting
Wordsmithing, get hurt for disturbing my third vision
These Merth Griffin-looking, perch tripping, burst them
And let the black hearse from the church get em for being on my turf slipping
Then give em the worst whipping you'll ever witness through any search engine
Just for twisting and bringing that purse with him
I stand accused for scandalously handling tools
I shoot at your granny shoes and make her do dancing moves that Hammer use
I recommend you say I'm in the most clever 10 fellows that ever been and when they grin, I'ma spin them to where forever ends
I kept them in my sights with a special lens and they never slept again
I'm stepping in a sweater made out of leopard skin
Styles thrust a million miles up when I get riled up
And leave the alphabet in a twenty-six letter pile up
Enigmatic classes are drafted
As I practice doing gymnastics back flips in the oncoming traffic
Practically undistracted by cars crashing and flying at me in batches somehow I happen to leave with no scratches
The Darth Vader suit wearing heart-taser
Don't try to spar with K, choose an inlay in a burning car safer
Chase you a hundred and four acres
Every song I make is wrote with a black chalking marker on dark paper
The underwater great white shark racer
Partaker in war capers, truck park sniffing exhaust vapors
The odds are hardly working your favor
As I elevate my verse over my head, so just call me the bar raiser