Roc Marciano
Papayas ’21
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps, drug dealer science
Clients, militant pen, equivalent, gun fire for hire
Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya, run up in your attire
And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire
I'm on the move again, like a fugitive
Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate
Plus, boo, I shoot from the hip, like The Duke in the flicks
The coupe is a six
How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jif (Peanut butter!)
If I don't toot my own horn, if it's not me then who is?
The street is in need of my G-influence, put a G in to win (What up)
Feed you a timb, then let my people's in
Spin your vehicle with the eagle and
Get in the Regal with the evil grim
Get medieval and, bring needle in
Flee in the red El Camino and (Woop)
Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
Where them killers at, spray the milli MAC, at your beaver hat, Marc!

[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
Yeah, uhh, carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate
I bloom a 8th, n***a, let’s see how this puma taste
You salty glutamate, from the food I ate
My human traits scraped from a different crystal plate
Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape (Bet you wish!)
I flick a 8th (uh), my tempo in the rector shake
You hallucinate beluga weight
Lumumba stakes, I ruminate my way away from Section 8
I’m on the take (gimme that), collating text with cake
Monumental steps I’m on the Lake (That's word)
Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake!
Glaciers of ice, a n***a shredding the rink
I perform the breast stroke then let me tread in the pink
I ate up the Linx
Horizontal like I’m on a sniper plank
Trichomes dance on the wedding cake, got that Yeti stank (Ooh)
Rattlesnake fang, Langston Hughes pen heavy freight (Heavy)
My real shooter he locked, he shot the Desi str8 (Grrr)
I pray Allah save my soul and send me a Wraith
I’m rather unique (yep), shallow and deep
Medallion shadows creep on the beach
You wallow in defeat (That's all)
8 million streams put me out in the sea
On a yacht playing Yahtzee, honorable me (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
Priest, I wrestle with Devils, had scuffles with Gods
Play chess with death while demons had shuffled up cards
I flirted with murder, the observer puffin' cigars
Flashback to all my peoples out there hustlin' hard
Secret society, briberies is giving me anxiety
Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white
My eyes fiery
In the scope from off the balcony
The same bullets made Malcolm bleed
Too much truth can make your album seize
Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones
On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones
Everyone Heaven's son, thresh to come, guards gunslinger
Program the beat, with just one finger
One arena, thousands of lions
One of us triumphs, planets aligning
Land of the Mayans standin' ing Zion
From Liquid Swords to solid arrows, Priest is the pharaoh
On marble floors, in Grecian apparel