[Verse: Sa-Roc]
They say a rose by any other name is still a rose
And the sturdiest can breach through the granite from which it grows
Then I suppose that I'm destined to shock the globe
And that electrifying used to describe me is apropos
I'm a -- child of chocolate city, Barry era
Where they might've shot you, left you simmering in your marinara
And where them conga drums is rooted in Ghanaian firma Terra
Gentrifiers try to mute the beat, I'll freak it, acapella
Bust it, the whole world tried to tell me what I wasn't
But not enough pushed me to extraordinary budgets
Trying to exchange this currency to a language you can stomach
Show you this Eagle eye view from every angle of my summit
Got my formal education from my bloodline, that's IV
Came up in the heart of cocaine 80s, bruv, no ID
Life was mostly bitter with a little bit of sweet
I had to concentrate to get all of this juice, guess that's Hi-C
They could never break our resolve, homie, I meant that
December baby, goat status destined thru my ascendant
I tend to keep a chunk of something crystalline on my pendant
I'm Liston, Sonny landing these hits with maximum impact
Yeah you see it, this big uterus energy
The ones that try to play me, them pricks usually into me
But they intimidated cuz' sis stupidly gifted
And if you outta order, I'll show you the sheer brute of my entropy
The game still worried 'bout my fruit of the loom
But this that motherland talk and y'all the fruit of my womb
I'm tryna reanimate the work of Tubman through every tune
'Til every black butterfly alive done flew the cocoon
See I don't gotta lotta time for the slicksters and fast talk
I'm tryna build another Wall Street from the asphalt
You looking for the leader of the pack then go ask Thought
All my dawgs is apexes and yalls is industry mascots
If I drop something, you know that it's gon be the shit
Got rappers scooping up my biz' and getting the bag with my schtick
But this is certified organic, could never recreate the real
And all them hours in the lab gon do is have me more sick
Whoa, I know that must sound cocky
But Sa-Roc to rap like lil bit of turbinado to ground coffee
Got a full grasp of this Queen's English
But when that tongue loose, I'll hit the booth and make that heifer sound cockney
Call me Shocklee, public enemy on every property
Cuz I'm a product of that rebel aristocracy
So they trail me and Internet stalk me
Cuz I'm exorcizing demons with this drip Mephistopheles
Me and Sol Messiah ain't come to play by your rules
We finna leave these cheesy dudes chopped, slivered and screwed
This is prophecy, this path is a lot bigger than you
So imma keep stirring the pot, til the plot thickens and brews
Roc