I don't even know where to start, probably cuz I'm playing such a huge part in terminating rap professionals
One aggressive stanza from Roc, have 'em somberly sauntering out the studio en masse-rap processional
The lyrical Messiah from the district of Columbiana, where fast talkers prey upon the meek with that arm and hammer
I'm giving you a peek of your future, this is sonogrammar, annihilating any opposition with this sonic ammo
It's a gamble going up against the illest flow
But I'm widely known for how hard my PENicillin go
Extraterrestrial from out the inner city, they resent me cuz of how my antenna innocently glow
My braggadocious magnum opus got еm wide open
Them visionary bars keep that 3rd еye focused
I'm tryna spark a revolution with these fire vocals, these IG celebrities too busy being antisocial
But I'm the people's champ, Ali every release I ever tamper with and trample any foes that get into my way
Rumble anybody in the concrete jungle, have the entire underground chanting Sa-Roc Bomaye
I'm illuminating every verb and noun in my vocabulary, have 'em starting rumors trying to ruin my day
But I still throw up pyramids with every lyric spit, so paparazzi keeping watch in every room I lay
Honey skinned diamond out the roughest part of the terrain
The last standing heir apparent of the Moorish reign
Pressure got me snapping on the drum patterns, claiming every block within earshot into the Lord's domain
I done had family back stab me til my blood run
And old friends that held me down when I ain't had nothing
Now strangers tryna sell me follows and adds like mad men
Cuz I'm on W mag covers modeling fads in fashion
I'm a rhyme assassin, call me sharp shooter
Got the locs Bantu knotted up just like a black Buddha, while they chasing after bread, cream, guap, Gouda
I'm stacking silver chips and every type of gold bouillon
Once a honor roll student of the craft now I'm giving demonstrations on the basics in the lab
If you ain't taking notes I'm assuming you up for grabs, and I'll bust and leave your rap career in stasis on a Petri glass
Never been no play play, rarely catch me smiling in a picture
I be working hard to turn these spiritual lines to scriptures
Every one of my verses guaranteed to make you ponder like, How she wander into the game and make her nom de plume a music fixture?
Sa-Roc