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letra de frankincese and myrrh - sa-roc

[verse 1]
ask me when i passed the point of caring, i don’t know
ask me if i pass the point of praying, not a hope
ask me- nevermind, i’m actually out of answers
the last thing i need is antsy opportunists crawling down my throat
it’s official this is war, i’m coming for every king
making memories from the sport of the summit, you better repent
you’ll never be the greatest while i am still animated
i’m vader, the dark side of me you wish you’d never met
let me level with you, i won’t settle ’til there’s nothin left
mess with your cerebellum ’til you’re broke and a blubberin’ mess
i’m martin luther king yeah, with a dash of marrakesh
i’ll be civil rights tribute, then dispatch you in the desert
i’m a natural with this rap sh-t, only relax my accent
only [?] glass i’m using is fractured, i smash vernacular
into pieces, they cut you deeply into your vascular
now ask me if i’m enjoying the masquer-
i dunno

[chorus]
when they feel me? (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)
when they feel me, (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)
[verse 3]
i can’t know it all
i’m just a poet, dog
i’m trying to make some rhyme or reason out the protocol
they wanna say it’s not the season for real mcs i believe it
every time my name spring up, they wanna see me fall
and all these coppers wanna see me in a body bag
and paparazzi tell the tv i’m a scallywag
cause i’m the last of the mohicans and these b-st-rds can’t compete
so they keep trying to remove me of my native swag
look i’m the roc, these suckers made of glass
i throw a molotov and wait around for the blast
a hair full of mollies and a pocket full of p[?]
got a posse can hardly wait to plop you in your casket
cause i’m at peace that don’t mean that i’m a pacifist
keep me in the trap and you expect me to get past this
the fcc won’t let me be cause i keep screaming
i bet you this’ll never make it to the masters
i dunno

[chorus]
would they feel me? (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)
would they feel me? (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)
[verse 3]
i know
i’m the prototype
but i’m too real for you to handle so you throw more hype
but that sh-t is tempory, know those cats are fly by night
i’m making figure eights around em on my motorbike, overbite
three squares beneath these rappers food, what your quotas like
i’m gon’ doa your dna that’s just the code of life
recombine the simplest lines but eat defying holy rites
and introduce the coldest kind of lyricism, holy rice
‘ey know i’m nice, but they won’t admit it’s steel
i chop chop dice your rhymes and throw ’em on the grill
this lost tribe like [?] who it’s ill
you do yours for mtv and i’ll do mine for [?] partner
i’m peter parker, superhero of these language arts
outside the fringe, put up your hands until it came apart
you thought it’s plastic but i’ll lash this precious metal bars
and let me educate you, na, you already know

[outro]
would they feel me? (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)
would they feel me? (i dunno)
would they k!ll me? (i dunno)
would they hear me now? (i dunno)
think they hear me now? (i dunno)

- sa roc

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