Midnight

[Verse: K-Rino] You should've knew this day was gonna come Or should I say this moment I don't miss, manage, panic, or lose Kick you across the Atlantic with a pair of hand crafted mechanical shoes My manic moves left understanding confused My appetite so gigantic and huge I use whole planets for food Beef with me you'll be receiving a wreath Me? I can let you see a preview of your ghost before your even deceased I open up my book and read through the sheets Then grab a belt and beat thе whole city to sleep so I can read them in pеace See, I got special ways to send you to the necro stage You'll scream with so much stress and rage, It'll be a whole decade before the echo fades I'll slay you with a exposé Then spit wave of pepper spray, that will have your entire bigrade skating in retrograde My lines are dealt in crushing flurries I'll make time itself rush off in such a hurry that midnight will strike at 7:30 My talent surge flows through the universe and travels earthly That's why my words be quoted by persons who haven't heard me My chapters close the language gap I rearrange the continents in such a heinous act they'll have to change the map To claim you rap, was a dangerous trap Cause I'm gonna make your brain collapse, and in seconds you'll be giving an angel dap My deepest bars don't get completed often, partly cause my writing sheets are so large that it takes me weeks to reach the margins My speech enforcements can be exhausting My voice has elite compartments Once it starts it sounds like 40 people talking The prognosis will prove dismal As soon as my musical moves hit you the bruise will feel like a mule kicked you You must have a confused signal, cause you against me is a used .22 pistol V.S. a cruise missile My letter usage is beautiful When I'm threatened my pages turn into an immovable bullet proof cubical An undisputed truce irrefutable So when I get through brutally pruning you it will look like a slew a crew of you From the deep philosophical, to complete the impossible I speak topics so hot that they rush the beat to the hospital When I work I need solitude So I remove everything out the room Even the oxygen and the molecules You never had enough to last I'm grammatically upper-class Snatch your future and stuff it up in a duffle bag Spaz and let you suffer like like succotash Have you running so fast through a pasture the speed of your feet will cut the grass The fires felt until you fry and melt Your family tried to help and failed, now your body got to identify itself I promenade across your stomach hard My presence is becoming large So even solo I look like an entourage And its amazing all that I'm taking part in engrave my words so hard into the paper that a razor couldn't scrap them off My favorite pen is made of brass It's so great I placed it in a sacred stash Cased in glass Guarded by 8 giraffes By any means cling to me cause I can fiendishly swipe my hand through the air and extinguish actual scenery I stop down with a thunderish sound When no one is around, I dig holes and bury space up under the ground When potential is met none venture to mention my name I can sense and detect 1/10th of a temperature change I give one warning Ready? Set boom! Then drop a line from Neptune that leaves a chest wound the size of a restroom You want to wrestle with the best? Then lets go! I'm so anatomically blessed though that pain has a K-Rino threshold The debaters will try all ways But my senses are so amazing that I can hear your eyebrows raise The rappers seeing me approach them is the scariest vision My first word as a baby was totalitarianism To wind I'm sending caution I'll start injuring with talking You'll have to sleep with one eye open even when your in your coffin