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 can 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