letra de nsfw (not safe for weak rappers) - sa-roc

i’m black magic, 5 foot something, the rap maverick
y’all want me to dumb it down, well my sh-t too elaborate
alphabetic acrobatics on every apparatus
step onto my train of thought and get lost in my labyrinth
i am not a barbie i’m a barbarian
dismember bodies of work vocally then i bury em
prey for my opponents for they know not what they getting into
it’s too many snakes and froggy types in my terrarium
lyrically i’m kali ma, goddess of these arias
nowadays emcees can’t walk a mile inside my adidas, blood
i will cripple every rhyme that you exhale from out your diaphragm
then diagram the steps to your retirement
i’m tigress, i earned every stripe that you admiring
never been a star, i am more inclined to be orion
and i’m liable to ionize your entire environment
and that means everybody charged up when i’m reciting
these 16s like wmds, i’m public enemy to these republican b-st-rds asking
for p-sswords to my ribonucleic acids, asterisk
that means my genetic code for anybody asking

-ss pics not in my repertoire
never taken a shot my integrity kevlar
i am just here to test your celebrity caliber
my pedigree elohim and you elementary bruh

i mean, they should’ve told you that i’m the rapper to beat
i’m the monster inside of the shadows when you asleep
i’m the wolf after cattle and you remind me of sheep
you honestly ain’t on par with the bars that i might excrete
cuz i am dark matter, art packaged inside of flesh
these triple carbons got me blacking out on every record
i’m picking apart every verb and pr-noun that you eject
cuz these rappers borrowed my whole style and i’m here to collect

you gon’ pay me
i’m the queen of god hop
sway told me to bust a a capella, told em why not?
homie if i get hold of the mic i might just wild out
and i ain’t letting a 85er get a f-cking vowel out

you can call me mau mau, rebel in my dna
i’m trying to make royalty, they reveling in t & a
i’ll be down in tijuana levitating either way
just give me a minute for my melanin to incubate
got d-mn
i’m deep sp-ce, black hole in my cerebell
flow extraterrestrial, i told em i’d never tell
gave birth to the 7 wonders, ovaries never failed
got the book of life completely encoded in every cell
oh, om mani padme hum, that’s the mantra
spit and get this heat all in your marrow like a cancer
ciphers full of fresh meat trying to impress me and i’m just
waiting with a crew of black sicilians yelling mangia!

this is not the end of me!
i’m gon rule the industry
i’m going after every top ten rapper with intent to eat
with no less than thousand degree quality intensity
you ain’t built to last the full magnitude or extent of me

if thought, monche, stacks and roc, ain’t in your top fiiiiive
i’mma chop your reputation til it’s lopsided
leave that joint cold and stiff like its arthritis
lost tribe of the last scribes-i’m thoth hybrid
this art of rap from out the vault of humanity’s finest

- sa roc

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