(verse 1:Sa-Roc)
Lets get one thing crystal clear
I am not here to play with your feelings or save your career
My statements severe like razor edges on a paper veneer
Cut through exteriors cleaner than windex on a mirror
I’m non violent…the only bullets I spray are lyrically based
My only kills are egos
So technically you’re physically safe. But…I’m bipolar…one minute I’m soberly playing the role of a poet
And after an hour I’m drunk off my power
And loudly proclaiming my prowess. And how incredible it is though
I’ll let you marvel a minute cuz I’ve gone rogue and opposing
My rivals and every writer that’s in attendance
You know the name they call me S-A- ROC
I be low riding them beats like how them esses rock
My intro is like a thesis and then my essay start
Yell amandla for Madiba down in S.A.- ahk

Busta's (scratch) voice

(verse 2:Sa-Roc)
What’s a rapper to a certified mastodon?
Trample through your garden leave some bars for you to sample from
I been classic since the first verse I spat onto some wax, tyrannosaurus rexed my foes just like Jurassic, son
Eff a punch line, I stick and move with written jewels
Mind is like a mine of conflict free diamonds
Cuz I’m at peace with the beast I’m unleashing onto the mic piece
I’m coming for blood and yall lil tenderonis a nice piece
See I’m at war with the walking dead, just call me grimes
Or call me grimy, I get gutta and start seeing red
When they pass the headphones and I start spitting lines that sparked in my head
A live wire, I electrify this game
Have these rap jawns in white gloves testifying their shame
Hear me once and its over, voice etched inside of your brain
Like pesticides to a roach, I’m raiding your nervous system
So next time I’m in the booth your face will start nervous twitching
U pitch a fit from the shit I emit from my out of lips
I will grand mal seize any reason to pry your cold and resistant fingers off the gold and pose on top of the podium
Show my hands and yall holding em. too busy tryna to poker
She focused on flipping queens and y’all busy playing the joker
I will out rhyme, out prime, and eventually out shine you
And after your reign is over I will straight chalk outline you, my G
Busta's (scratch) voice

(verse 3:Sa-Roc)
Y'all could spit a few bars, I spit suns, moons, and stars
Go nuclear, split a nucleus by souping up my grammar
Make duplicates of the future jump in the booth and go anakin
Turn to the dark side when y'all talking sideways
Use the force of my voice to assault you for five days
Then start on your weak ends like this was a Friday
No McD's I'm a vegan and having it MY WAY!
Hit up them pressure points like tai chi
You feeling rah rah then go ham and try me
But I'm a purist mc, out your league like ivy
I self law and master then emasculate these beats
Dress em up with some impressive vocabs
Then murder em mark it's identity with a toetag
Leave the scene like a legend, souvenir in my tote bag
Cuz we on the low bout to overthrow your regime
Im in the studio cooking with bae, askYasin

Busta's (scratch) voice