Sa-Roc — Assassin’s Sound

[Verse] Welcome to the world of immortal where lyrics live forever Turn the volume up so you can really hear a livin' legend If I was a numerical value I'd be a 7 Heaven knows I'm [?] that's why I rep a star and crescent What I spit is like a bit of holy water Bless you with impeccable messages out of my orifice I don't give a damn if you king me my ninja wing me Goin' to war with these bars I promise I'm on my horror shit My freestyle got 'em freaked out Like them junkies walkin' beats with ratty furs and cheeks out (huh?) You wanna play get your jersey and your cleats out I'm Pelé, you ballin' everytime I put a release out This the realest artist you ever heard on your audio Bangin' out universes from subatomic particles Argue on my position on top is rather implausible Kinda like J.F.K. be my hero don't let me martyr you I'll clap back like assassins on a grassy knoll Me and losing are diametrically opposed Like you in the caliber of my talent you will get froze So chill because you ain't even a notch on my totem pole Like I'm poet [?] flow beloved like Toni Morrison Poor growin' up but my brilliance developed royally You might see me now rollin' in my Corolla But trust and believe me bruh that the chrome to match the persona I'm the maker and the owner Take your life in a moment Then resurrect you like ISIS with a microphone and the words I've spoken You think I'm jokin' I don't have no prior history But you up all them nights tryin' to replace the I in victory Highly unlikely partner I'm [?] Lion You Puss In Boots in your future like a tent with no preacher There's equally no chance of revival I'm trying to go viral like common colds in the winter without a seed of [?] Naturally born emcee killer that's makin' [?] Y'all prolly sayin' she changed she so pedestrian What happened to that space rap that starseed y'all question me Answer took 'em 6 years to catch up to me Them boys on that Edgar Hoover I stay on my Huey P All black and fist up crystals on my wrist up Lay grindin' out these 16s that y'all can get the gist of I'm still on that GodHop, told you I ain't come from here I'm broadcasting on Mars you're glarin' through your TV1 premier Splatterin' patterns and shapes out of my trachea Hangin' these weaker lines out to dry like delicate underwear I'm so underrated Five mics will not suffice to describe the daily fight that I'm rumblin' here It's like, Godzilla to a God, listen It ain't easy sparrin' bare-fist to a livin' Goddess is it I farther align you with enlighten you in a cypher Then watch you evolve in minutes My pen and pad is like WMD I'm bubblin' now but when I blow my buildin' is ruthless Meaning the sky's the limit [Outro] You can't test the champion's sound You gettin' bugged down Recognize the GodHop clique outta A-town You say you numba one wicked selecta I say you a weak boy and I'll test ya Keep it chill 'fore I get trill on this record 'Cause you don't wanna vex me when the God is in the session (brrra)