Sa-Roc — Son of the Morning

Sa-Roc The First Mother's in the building Got the Moorish Warlords behind me Katana swords on deck Iron sharpen iron Ladies and gentlemen, now for my darkest hour Devour the dopest rappers and roast their remains in the fire Cannibalizing rhymes with sharpened canines and talons Yeah I'm supposed to be vegan but catching prey is too easy When every MC's exposed like a flesh wound with some fresh bleeding and I'm after souls like exorcist versus demon I am only god body trying to civilize the heathen Busting quadratic formulas when words do not appease me I'm resuscitating suffocating verbage from your species Take this beating then retreat back to the booth and try and redeem Your entire catalog in twenty bars so far I'm leading I'm your whole world your old Earth y'all are just my seedling My verse is from your universe and personal religion So bow down with five rounds of "Our Father"s, "Hail Mary"s Then confess your sins or spit holy water, heal lyrics Like weak lines, cliches, bad puns, and spell errors I'm the rap heiress and all my shit got clearance Supreme math, the Twelve Jewels, and all my shit from Clarence Toe-to-toe I do-si-do you weak MCs Like I'm the seed of storyboard p and we gon' see Who be with no ID inside the VIP after these I massacre beats with African heat 120 degrees Quiet on the set, but I'm in beast mode, which one of you breathed? I'm starseed, half human, all amazing Atomic bomb and watch the fall out of faulty campaigning The price of your soul is marketed, bought for the highest payment I do it 'cause im ordained to, you do it so you'll be famous Came in and effed the game up, now wiki me, look my name up Just picture me without victory, hit me after epiphany I'll wait, like Elijah without the nation, Toussaint without the haitians Sa-Roc without the win is like pyramid without the apex Dopest vocalist with fallopians, ovaries Held you sons in my uterus, I'm the reason you doing this Strengthened your lyrical chords with my umbilical cord Created you and now you don't hail the lyrical god? I'll enter your heart and sever your ventricle cords Watch you bleed as I proceed to destroy your integral parts And then you'll fall to your knees and plead for reprieve But I cannot leave until the mic is redeemed an extension of me Like spinal columns holding up nerve endings The brain of the game like mensa you mentally sleeping I'll take you so deep in the black hole where light bend I'll open your pineal gland so black spews like ink pen Guide you out of triple stage on the staples stage in a state of rage How you claiming best when I ain't ripped the page yet? Studied under masters, you ain't hardly came of age yet Call you top dog li'l buddy I'm Anubis I'll look after your afterlife after I murder your music You hard but I'm harder like crystal to diamond, like puss to a lion You wish you had never spoke now they sicked me behind you Now tell me who really ruling and pass me the effin title You should've kept an ally, get used to your toughest rival I'm Kali and chopping heads off your metaphorical bodies String 'em around my neck like reminders of how I bodied these One little, two little, three little gentlemen Now lay down and pray now, the crown goes to the feminine