The oracle's back,
storin' a stack of historical facts in a portable pack for you mortals to jack
still absorbin' attacks form these insubordinate wacks
after recordin' my acts imma fast forward it back
my mental forces react and have intercourse with the track
my pen'll torture you black, cuz the mini sources you lack
I orbit galac-tical stratospheres morph into bats
my tender voice can impact and leave finished porcelain cracked
im not a pessimist or a Methodist, im guessin' the best description of my true essence is a heavily dreaded exorcist
to question a second is a genetic risk, so im catchin these wretched tricks slippin like necklaces on a headless chick
I go from soul to soul then i roll as far as the oceans go
frozen enough testosterone overload to throw a stove
i control this globe, but on my old abode the flowin' mode is so imposed, that K-rino is the lowest on the totem pole
plus my soldiers know, when im throwin blows, i cause my own broken nose
rope-a-dope n' shoulder roll ill do both of those
these hopeless so and so's need to know their roles
i wont disclose the untold total number of flows that my folder holds
I never Cadillac, matter fact,
im so calloused that a snake was mad cuz i snatched him and wouldnt give his rattle back
Choke you out and shake you like soda pop
do a photo op, and elbow da top of your corollas hood till the motor drops
the elite strategist
have a seat as i eat with the scavengers
while I speak and defeat you complete battleless
people retreat faster, than master mathematicians free calculus
little b*stard you aint a star you an asterisk
copy this, cuz your style is impoverished
the popular novelist
the pen im jottin' with is the size of an obelisk
emerge rippin', gifted with earth splittin' curb liftin' word smith n'
get hurt for disturbin' my third vision
these Merv Griffin lookin' pervs trippin
burst him and let the black hearse from the church get him
for bein' on my turf slippin', then give him the worst whippin'
you ever witnessed through any search engine,
just for twistin' and bringin' that purse with him
i stand accused,
for scandalously handlin' tools
ill shoot at ya grannys shoes
and make her do dancin' moves that Hammer used
I recommend you send the most clever ten
fellas thats ever been, and when they grin, imma spin em to will forever ends
i kept em in my sights with a special lens, and they never slept again,
im steppin in, in a sweater made out of a leopards skin
styles thrust a million miles up, when i get riled up
and leave the alphabet in a 26 letter pile up
enigmatic classes are drafted
as i practice doin' gymnastic backflips into oncomin' traffic
practically undistracted by cars crashin' and flyin at me in batches, somehow i happen to leave with no scratches
the darth vader suit wearin heart taser, dont try to spar with K,
choosin' to lay in a burnin' car's safer
chase you a hundred and four acres
every song i make is wrote with a black sharpie marker on dark paper
the underwater great white shark racer
partaker in wall capers, truck parked sniffin' exhaust vapors
the odds'll hardly work in your favor
as i elevate my verse over my head, so just call me the bar raiser
may need to be cleaned up
was sounding like "scary passive and maddening" to me, but couldnt fire which one. crazy when you realize the lyrics it suddenly sounds like it should
I tried to edit them a bit earlier, let me try show you what I got, isn't finished yet....
Youve got- plex for me, better address it directly
Best believe if not never will it affect me
I possess every heavenly preliminary accessory necessary to cary out my destiny
rest in peace for your death i read
with a decree accompanied by a press release
Many of these, freaks women and tools, of weak feminine attributes used in schools,
to teach women is the orchestrators of the new genocidal assimilate
temperate imminent killin buildin coffins for citizens
generational remnants eliminated from mental remembrance,
body excrement present under his Timberlands
You pledge allegiance, to a devil beast n'
Forever seek weak levels of peace, never reastin'
meanwhile, the people they're deceivin' to believe in
every citizens part of this fake American dream n' When the fact of
the matter is that they lack love
for the people who this country was built on the backs of,
the brown and black blood, the sound in that mud
was inundatin' the hood, prior to the crack flood
nobody willin' to listen thats why we still in the system, greedy imperial visions consistent buildin' up prisons
"See thats a mistake man. Dont you know Americas a great land,
Nobody offers you freedom like they can," Wait man,
are we talkin' bout the same great man- who murdered the Indians made the Africans slaves and,
persecuted the planet soon as he left the cave and,
let his hate span, fool, get outta my face man
police academy puttin bullets in our anatomy, savage brutality's while elastic's gassin' their salary,
a different tragedy, sunday through saturday and sad as we rally anothers happenin', scary pastors are mad at me
See but i gotta be who i gotta be
yall are sleep-in a odyssey of hallucinogenic Christian theology
obviously concocted in privacy,
cuz a lotta these lyin' scholars be subscribin' to rotten policies
Im not a doctor of meteorology nor do i tryta be but I can see God droppin his weather constantly
He been loadin', fire and then snow
eventually ending his foes, with a crescendo
got water comin down, how much higher can the rain get
brace for the great earthquake- that havent came yet
I drop fire till i make the preacher retire
your life is triflin' and your priest is a liar
Now the suckas on the run, had to rush him with a gun
cuz he caught him in the church house- touchin' on his son
you cappin' on tape, every song you happen to make,
thats a mistake, 88% of rappers is fake
weapon in fast for definite cash dressin' in drag,
and you helpin them sad moment by acceptin' this trash
sweating a discrepancy over the Confederate flag, but whenever cops weapons blast you never get mad
yall holdin hands you dont want drama in the place
prayin' for the same man who shot ya mama in the face
cant relate with em or have a gracious to debate with em,
cuz when truth hits em in the face they say its racism
they hate when you regulate and break in their fake system
but they can even get an education if they listen
international kick doors, all of their sick wars
"or black history, "thats old you should forget yours"
quit lookin' at old grass and put it in the past
meanwhile, heres a foot ****** put it in your ass"
Remember the Holocaust the Alamo
Remember the main Pearl Harbor and every battle yo
people done fought but our struggle never matters tho,
its sad to know, that the black average joe would rather go with the status quo
unknowingly we been involved in satan's synagogue, in the dark, United States is a mental ward
they come in and rob pretendin' they met a God, then they start, sellin resources pillagin' any part
of the planet and enemies are contested, arrested
The media only gives domestic perspective
trust indeed raise up the corners and see
that they the terrorists they claim others to be
From Hiroshima to Desert Storm to Black Wall Street
and my balls are black thats why they black ball me
for getting these lyrics down though, that's dope. You've got to be the fastest person to do it around...
