Sa-Roc — The Tower

Listen, everything happens for a reason Seeds born, elders die, all things in season These days I'm just tryna get in where I squeeze in Scratch that I bust the game open till it's bleeding That's that [?] Mau Mau posse, guerilla warfare no man will ever stop me Cuz I run with tall black-skin Anunnaki With 4 pounds of silver-plated chrome in they pockets But most days I am non-violent Just don't cut my ways and I remain silent And when I speak my truth weighs a ton The scales tip as bricks of gold fall off my tongue Your balls become stiff and cold as you succumb To the spit I hold between my molars for fun Yeah, in all fairness I get it from my daddy MLK baby, raised up on that Ave All [?] ghetto life, crumbling brick and tragedy They say that we have it good, I say that they imagining I came from war date, where soldiers stay in war state Anger seeped through jacket teeth cuz they couldn't get a warm plate I made it out with a number two in the clean slate A dirty conscience haunts me but I shouldn't even be awake Cuz I was born in the eighties just like my friends was But now I'm getting text about deaths from an overdose And not that he was my closest friend but I hold him close He lived across the street in apartment B where they sold the dope And yes I'm going on a tangent, my mind is running rampant And writing is the only way I handle it The booth is like my cell therapy, ask Goudy My words like food for the soul, I go to pass with them And past cathartic, this is life saving for me 14 years old, slicing arms when life gave up on me But I had KRS and De La Soul and Brand Nu To say that hip-hop showed me God is nothing short of pure issue Sure I do this to prove a point to my critics Lyrics like fire bullets, they seeking targets to finish My limits have been crossed Now I made it my business to personally massacre these rappers Who're packing shit with a ribbon Resented the children who don't know how to tell the difference Between a liar or an authentic or being alive and just living I'm here to tell you my vision with IMAX precision My story line is still building, the climax impending But I am the protagonist, but I come out winning The top is a long way from my starting humble beginnings Finna get it like a champion, going after the pendant Like [?] pirates, I'm siphoning the rare gold off of your penny Swinging the pendulum trying to send it back to the middle When it's settled I'm telling you I'll have mastered the rhythm [Outro] *scratches* Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare Don't you even go there Tear into your ego Style with no rehearsal