Sa-Roc — Holy El

Mirror mirror tell me who the flyest in the land With a spear and a bag of magic inside her hands Soothsayers, preachers, and the Oracles have seen the plan If Roc was on the blueprint then tell me how you challenge that? Been stylin on em since Apache dropped from Sugar Hill I'm medical grade and your rhymes are like a sugar pill, sugar chill It dont have to be a battle, shootin' well If you talkin reckless imma show you how my trigger feel Spit like an uzi squeal Shells from my jew-els will turn some sheep into a terror cell Pipe bombs with fairy tales Radicals from heaven's gates will give the churches holy hell Bow before the Holy El I'll be draped in holy veils Rode around my halo while they hate on how I'm cold as hell Tell me how you really feel Say it with your chest You could find me writin rhymes with Dalai Lamas after rest Mirror mirror tell me who the dopest on the mic The 5 footer Redbone raised in Congress Heights The Southside cross the river where the monsters bite Where street code turn the good to bad the wrongs to right I seen things that most folks never could come back from But I had to suck it up Call me Dyson vacuum That was 'fore I knew I was divine Call it Act 1 Now they ask you who the god And you say there the black one Back when rap was in the park I was in the ethers Plottin my entrance in the game Tunin up my speakers Cleanin up my sneakers Twistin up my locs and take my place in front the bleachers See I'm the first draft pick and it's my winning season When its feasible I'll take you as apprentice young believer But unreasonable to think you'll make the finish underachiever This race is for the veterans You can find me paintin S A Roc in henna with the Bad ones