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Sa-Roc
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Queen's Philosophy
My philosophy of kings,
colossal in this proportions when I'm realizing the brain. Putting cats in they places.
I'm royal, call me a king,
My crown dripping with amethyst gems and thistle leaves.
Rocked up in holy scriptures on yachts fashioned from wreathes.
Hips laying thick with waist beads,
womb ripe enough to place seeds.
I'm talking full so fellas take heed.
It sound so bionic it could make your face bleed.
Take it easy, please.
I'm a lover not a fighter,
but keep pressing, sure that you would turn me to a liar.
A small drink of water with a belly full of fire.
And if there's any question you can answer to Messiah.
My goons study sons who war is art, my art is war.
I could give it all but trust me less is more.
Sayin you don't wanna buck and try to test a Mu'ur.
Slay a devil with the same hand I bless the poor.
Let me break it down for you again.
Baby girl got all the right weaponry.
You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine.
People seem to like her style.
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup.
Repping red, black and green green.
Quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something.
I ain't have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it!
The witch doctor, I heal the sick quick with rich lines align their spines to sit proper,
keep my wine charged up and wrapped with thick copper
Pay attention cuz I'm prone to shift often.
You might find me in the car speaking well off at the bar
like a deaf, (?) 'Can I get a bowl of gel off in the star (?)'
Sike, I don't drink; I'm cool with o.j. in the straw.
The hemmy rhymer start to shout 'Alhamdulillah'
I control the mic device like a professional,
speak the truth like I'm loose in the confessional.
I don't do the rosary thing; I count malas.
Run with same homers, catch and build with street scholars.
My crew beaming, black shine, auras beaming.
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Sure to stay strong in the rec while y'all leaning.
Neck laced with gold rope chains we A-teaming.
I spit that good-good so the crowd stay fienin'.
Let me break it down for you again.
Baby girl got all the right weaponry.
You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine.
People seem to like her style.
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup.
Repping red, black and green green.
Quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something.
I have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it!
Sa-Roc, the Earth is putting GodHop up on the map with every verse she rapped and cursed the non-believers they don't know how to act.
I tried to told em a slave is still a slave
without the shackles on the wrists. Their mental range is to restrain.
Step out the box and get creative just to lock you in.
Got you thinking that you made; You're so much more than just a pretty pen.
Silly men, try and fill the room the cosmic (?) just enough
Forced to make me laugh I crush em in the magic fisticuffs.
Open ya eyes, blink once for yes if you with me.
Or hide inside your straw house with the other little piggies.
He gon' huff and he puff and he blow ya house down
cause the wolf got a taste for the indigenous brown.
You know, the blacker the berry the sweeter juice.
Don't bother asking round, inside the pudding holds proof.
They idolize the black gods for Mars, some floss, and space cars.
Now the trick, is for us to see how powerful we really are.
Let me break it down for you again.
Baby girl got all the right weaponry.
You know I only say it cuz I'm truly genuine.
People seem to like her style.
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup.
Repping red, black and green green.
Quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something.
I ain't have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it!
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