Sa-Roc — Gold Leaf Freestyle

I am the living, breathing word of God Like the Bhagavad derived from the Wodaabe tribe Listen, all my earliest written texts you can find em in the desert on a scroll of ancient papyri, Egyptian My code different from the status quo I got UFOs hidden in my genetic catacombs Me and me associates run up on your pulpit spitting oceans, with liquid gold dripping from the mandibles I’m a Starseed out the Far East, off the deep end Like a beacon, lighting up your faves with my ink pen Found the apex, securеd my place like I’m cemеnt Got your base bent all out of shape tetrahedron, Lord These kinda gems they can’t afford So they get counterfeit MCs to fill the mounting void Came to break the chain with 24k in my anecdotes Now I got the whole planet surveying from my vantage point Bird’s eye Roc