Sa-Roc — Open Letter Remix

See e'ry joint I'm a little closer to winnin' Ain't nothin' personal I eat your verses for dinner Flow like Sunday service I'm merging folks to repentance So emotional these MCs be like "I don't rap no more I'm delirious" If you don't surrender I end you in 50 bars or less An independently verified [?] main cause of death See I told you to never try me unless you ready Cause I'll swallow your finest points, hone, and pass machetes Star hacking 'em to the black of your cerebellum I reprogram your vernacular so you has to tell 'em It's Sa-Roc ain't no opponent to play with That's right she'll cut you so deep on the track you'll pamper your feelings Shawty, I'm making the revolution Forget Shmerda I'm Bobby Seale in the vocal booth Change your position like this a tip from the Kama Sutra Now you reach for that piece when they try your people, Martin Luther