Sa-Roc — We Comin

[Verse 1] Raise your hands up, lateral thrusts into the sky Follow my music notes I will lead you like piper pied I'm the dark I'm lightning inside of a bottle I guarantee that there ain't no MC that get you as hype as I I'm complex no question, ninjas is alkali In other words they basic, average personified I'm bout to occupy the rap game, bang on the industry Never be compromised so I dare 'em to even try I'll take the milli, put 50k in the kitty, assemble the rap committee and overthrow EMI I'm puttin' bam at the table, with fable and Sol Messiah Only gods on the label no infidels need apply Your arms too short to spar with Elohim I'll cut you in five pieces so easy like Steve McQueen Steppin' razor, born from a quasar, spittin' mathematics like the first fives in Asia, she danger [Chorus] We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out [Verse 2] Who is that 1-7 smelling herself Perspire on the track and still fresher than most I'm rocking 5411s an Africa tee and leggings I beg you try and say I'm not aesthetically dope And when I write I put my lyrics in quotes Classic gold bars these rappers is phonetically broke I give my riches to the poor and watch the bureaucrats choke Burn the wall to the ground and rock a show in the smoke The underestimated blasted rap phenomenon Annihilate the negative just like a positron I'm positive that once the sound start to echo that the rhymes turn the sinners to the chaste like its Ramadan I'm not fasting though I'm slowly deposing the posers from the throne give the people what they askin' for The feminine principle spittin' them syllables out the mandible and absolutely masterin' them (supreme) [Chorus] We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out [Verse 3] I am raw and uncut, no fillers in my delivery Pillage an instrumental with flawless mental agility Lyrically sadistic, I like to watch 'em squirm Lay a burner on the mic then retire to the throne How they dismiss me for intelligent flow And then get hype when a sucka choppin' cookin' up blow Eating lobster in Versace shirts and flaunting their dough While the people losing houses 'cause their money got low Look here, but truth don't sell and rappers is for hire If 2 dope boys post it up then its fire, maybe not But I'ma show y'all fuego, hasta la victoria siempre like Canseco Whats my angle? Libertad por la raza, watch me do my salsa Your bum can't back your mouth up so I'ma house ya Wet you up, douse ya with some holy agua Watch my rhyme mantras coax the sly jinns up out ya [Chorus] We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out We comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' we comin' They runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' they runnin' We sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' we sonnin' Get the mics out, turn the lights out