Roc Marciano
Fanta 6
[Verse 1: Fashawn]
The savage of Nazareth flashin' the gold Lazarus
My flow patterns alone should be shown at the Vatican (Yes sir)
Holy guacamole
Marci got me rappin' over Rock and Roll beats
Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie (Bling!)
Fuck a gram I'm bout to drop a OZ
Big baldheads probably Mobi, not an emoji (Nah)
You was gettin' at me when you got at the OGs (Fuck is wrong with you?)
Slide on you like it's too late to side with the homies
They tried to control me, failed miserably
They tried to silence me slowly, copied and hit delete
I stand guilty, uh, my hands filthy
Make every rhyme echo through time, y'all can't kill me

[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
Ay
Vincent van Different Glance
Mansa Musa Clan
Gogh gift his hands
Crescent moon rocks
Kitchen plans
Cricket bat stick, grand amazon land
Let the world see my grams and exam
Pretty clam with Mauritian tan, is how I expand
From the afterlife, Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath
Give me space like Bezos and a white lightning plant
I got heightened plans, n***a, I'm climbing like my FICO stamp
Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs
Half a ounce rolled in brown, boy, that’s Otto Graham's
Cabo to France, cauliflower smoke chowder clams
It's gritty like a wind gust of powder sand
[Verse 3: Fashawn]
Infinite F, sent from the West
Can tell by the limp in my step it's pimpin' at it's best (Ai ai ai!)
Finesse the system out a check
Get some killers out of debt
Some n***as did it for the revenue some did it for respect (Uh)
I did it for that kid that's in the 'jects (Uh)
Who's living is a mess, in conditions incorrect
That's the shit that got me vexed
All you see is what's glistening on my neck
The globe gon' know it next, the city know I'm a threat (Yes!)
Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime
I got the juice, like Raheem still alive
That's common sense, you know, Rashid ninety five
These kind of texts, it'd be wise not to reply (Haha)
Got to learn to cross your T's, n***a, dot your eyes
Before somebody dies, now what's your alibi, F?

[Verse 4: Bronze Nazareth]
Intercept my ill phonetics with Egyptian relics (Murk it)
I'm a piston whippin' 89 skillets (Get that shit)
Sally Spider leg barrels with the biscuits (Boom boom)
Crack a triscuit, blue skull for Cameron Tillman
Black Fisker Karma daydreamin' a billion
Thumb green farmed a field of dreams, delivered it (Here we go)
Money bin swimmin' cold cash Brad limitless
Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis
My pen is on stilts, watch the ink do a stitch
Flickin' ash from Kush Mints, the stench is immense
Condensed the extended, blended the penmanship
Arthur Fleck, roulette, who slept spinnin' barrels
Made the obese harlot start flippin' carols
Marciano Roc the beats up, for Bronze parables (Let's go)
Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons
Share my streams it’s like fiends sharin' spoons (Gimme one)
When my larynx moves, the fare is due (It's due)
There ensues beef, got hustle all in my marrow brew (Word)
Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules
The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh's jewels