Sa-Roc — Marduk

[Verse 1] Not many men have left my circle and survived Sliced them up with a few bars and left their ego circumcised Dont act like you surprised "Close your mouth" yeah I said it Ask Maya, ask Nikki, ask Sonya where I get it I'm your literary nemesis follow you in your sleep Annihilate your subconscious before your thoughts become speech Before your voice becomes leaked and I am forced to devour you Digest you and excrete I'm a regular person Extraordinary MC Who's deified when she rhymes and immortalized on these beats I know that's why I intimidate I know that's why you cower Actin' like you oblivious to my terrible power I'll save you an hour I'm dope But you can't capture my flow by repeatin' my album I'm reheatin' your microwave rappers pushin' your buttons Everytime I do a takeover make matter out your nothin I'm the rappin' ayatollah Title holder of the highest order Full disclosure I'm gon' reupholster your entire sofa Every time you chill You gonna see my grill and get back to focus I inspire competition, spark ambition in the hopeless You can call me VanZant I'll fix your life in 40 verses [Sax interlude] Yaaaay! [Verse 2] Now let me introduce you to the proof that hip hop still exists Listen close to the words that I produce from out my lips This outer limits, outta order Automatic album hit Out their mind Self proclaimed enigmatic alchemist How come it's so easy for me 6 years and 9 albums somebody call Yeezy for me I'm the G O D son Somebody call Jesus for me Miracles and holy water Lyrically cold your honor I'm pleadin' guilty to all counts of murders, the career killer, rhyme slayer, character assassinator Dare you test me now and find out what I'm capable of later? Aren't you glad I warned you informed you of my destructive nature? Y'all jokers AC Slater Saved by the bizz-ell Saturday mornings 1990s raised mama wizz-ell In case y'all can't tell This rap thing is a fetish I obsess with every letter till each word is prophetic Till each phrase is ??slayed to the east wing medic?? Complete shame via text A deep stain on your record I'll keep sayin my piece till I reach fame for my effort All I really want is credit for improving your mental reservoir Then I take a bow and allow you to reach my level floor