Sa-Roc — Biko Baby Remix

Intro: Steve Biko Speaks Verse1: Mark my words its the year of the Roc Fin to cut careers short its the year of the crop Strengthen my jaw game snap another rapper in half My reputation got a tough skin, year of the croc It's not fair to compare me to just any MC It be like Teddy Ruxpin against a Grizzly B I'm an extremist when it comes to this English Either I'm shred up every 26 letters or I'm crawlin' back in my shell And these average ninjas no better than try and get busy with mе Cuz I'm Magna Cum Laude and y'all just lousy students out To copy me to gеt to the roof of my high-rise But this queen so fly when crossin' them T's and dottin' them I's Surprised that y'all don't ask to see proof of my freakin' sky miles Clutchin' to that tattle like I ain't paid my dues Like they be still in the race if they ran a yard in my shoes I don't think this track can take more abuse, ya heard me? Chorus: Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x4 Verse 2: See I was rappin' with a full time gig, homie 10 albums deep and y'all still workin' on that mixtape Now everybody that was talkin that shit tryna get into my shows I let 'em in at a fixed rate I hold grudges cuz these bros ain't loyal They'll smile in your face and still try to destroy you But I am unbreakable, and your Mr. Glass Sam Jackson that ass and turn your fiction to pulp I will Chop and screw your bars down to shreds and devour that inedible trash in one gulp Cuz I'm the hope partner, ask David Banner He hopped on my last track and made a classic in Atlanta While you talk about Lebron, we got 'em talkin about ??lamooma?? This revolution in 3 verses of music y'all ain't ready for it I'm tryna make over a THOT into MA'AT Tar and feather every set in the game no need to credit for it Chorus: Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x4 Verse3: I'm a different type of breed My skill level significantly exceeds Over every gender, ethnicity, every creed don't give me the Reign(rein) if you don't expect the master to lead, bruh I write what I like, wanna be Steve Biko Middle finger to the clerk and the prime evil Them dirty boys foul don't want to give me the free throw Leave this black text on the white sheet and yell ??lamamma?? to the people Gold bricks on the unmarked ship to Puerto Rico What's a dollar to a sovereign I broke the law like I'm Niko If the Feds watchin I'm on the next shuttle to Heathrow Hop a red eye to the red sky outside Mexico You don't really wanna Salsa with the Don Dada If you ain't workin' with that ??Altar?? papa don't bother I got some warriors at my door with that metal on the floor They about to orchestrate a coup so you should run bye bye Chorus: Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x2 Steve Biko Baby Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby Outro: Steve Biko Talks