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
for getting these lyrics down though, that's dope. You've got to be the fastest person to do it around...
