Sa-Roc — The Moors of Alhambra

[Intro] Everything we hold close, now is fading into danger After all- [Verse 1] My gold bullet collapsed jeans like I'm pierced lung Call me demigod with sharp teeth and fierce tongue Deliver speeches, start riots right '65 Words smoked, the beat blaze, lyrical molotav Ready for combat, but combats a camouflage The coup d'état have your crew yelling, "Sabotage!" The stealth bomber, watch out for your comma Hanging dirty exploits on the line like Pierce [?] Laundry, Get your toughest armor The Moors storm your castle with they fearsome black tassels, youse a goner Broadswords, Arabian horses-es in the caravan Flanked by 40 torches burnin' sort of like a seraphant Rootin' out the little snakes in tall grasses Roundin' up the guilty like students with no hall passes Let 'em spit and they flows, it's all savage Cut out that child's play and let the gods have at it [Verse 2] I'm over heads like space shuttles over stratosphere Beginning verses got me ending tenured rap careers You braniacs solving theorems with a ball point Cats confused cause thinking is not they strong point Well let me break it down to base level, I'm ace level Verbal shrapnel, got star dudes rocking face metal I swallow coal and spew diamonds out the jaw piece I'm West born but came of age in the far East Architectural jargon is flawless in construction I write the blueprint for nations who fraugt for rhyme instruction My commandments demanding a proper introduction That's why I spit a fly 16 over the fly production Electric signals and water make mighty fine conduction Transfer the message from ether into the mind's inductions Absorbing morsels of knowledge into your spinal structure My catalogue is substantial refuse to rhyme for nothing [Verse 3] Danger, Danger She got them Angie Davis eyes Them black line, cold stick, Alhambra-n kind Rap from geometric angles with my gold bangles I like the clink that they make so I let 'em dangle Sis got moxie, floss, and moccasins, and all white kimonos my auras shine in my photos I keep y'all woke like some No-Doze I'm still a rookie but I know my way around a verse like a pro though A tactician I'm tactfully crafting these strategies Like I'm Hannibal on the packet, them soldiers backing me I'm 'bout the civilized like [?] and the Romans Avert your eyes when queen is speaking, please respect the royals Keep me draped in fine silks and laced with dusky oils Lips is Mica-stained and blinged out with gold foil I'm out of place on this concrete and cold streets Somebody get this Earth mother to some black soil