Sa-Roc — Code of Hammurabi

[Verse 1] Look at what you made me Product of your pressure made a diamond out of black heat A rhymer outta a writer and fighter outta pacifist How dare you tryna match this, miraculous kind of practice Stand alone or ride with it my genius solo at this What you said you running with, I don't think you're ready for this Level of incredible, I'm leading league of extraordinary gentlemen You Dorian Gray tryna hold on to your innocence Once you thought you made it out, I'm pulling you back in You started a war now you AWOL in the action I'm napalm on your faction With some B-Boys doing back-spins and DJs on the waxes I'm D. Wade at a Heat game with a free aim at the basket It's just that simple for me, you let your head get blown up cuz you're gassed up by your simple homies Time to face your sentence, homie Judgement day is here to turn your pride into repentance, homie [Verse 2] Welcome to the fallout Stand upon something, and the days about to fall out Clutching insanity like a man with his final straw out Must be your vanity that made me HAM and go this far out I'm giving out lessons like your least favorite teacher East raised where my street gang will be insane to be leader You learned that the hard way, I grew up in hallways Where piss and cooking rocks was like febreeze in hood apartments But that's all behind me now Rappers fall behind me now Line you up like a temple tape The temple stake me out my mind Six years on the bench and I've been growing, and it's about that time How do you think I'm finna act, I'm going Shiva on your grind When your album come out Yes, I'm gonna shit on every line Please excuse my language, my anger has got me spitting flames Blowing up on records like you struck a match and lit propane I present you Sa-Roc, I suggest you don't forget that name