True Mastery - SA-ROC

The audible version of tissues forming organisms

Like particles splitting, im volatile be wary of me

The spawn of the sun and the earth reborn on hallowed ground messed around and

opened up a goddamn portal spitting

They call me vesey cuz im greasing rappers on they turf

And plot revolts, they’ll quote me later say I hardly spoke

Cuz im a quiet assassin with passion for fire blaze the trails and leave the

victims catching breath inside the smoke

This the revival of that fiver rap

Harlem city

Epitomy of street survival rap

Hard and gritty

Allah’s math with a swag they can’t master cast from the plaster of the Elohim

God is with me

I spark fear in they hearts with 50,000 watts of light beams from out the

deepest chasms of the darkness

Each verse I leave my mark and they say they can’t market it

But these is gemstones, bezel cut lain in gold copper

Language so proper, I enunciate the doctrine, taking converts you wonder why my

name is so popular

I came from a jungle made of concrete and conflict, liars and them tigers and

them bears held us hostage where I learned the difference tween authentic and

imposters

Where I turned my sentences to loaded guns and cocked em.

there I stayed alone

beware of sinisters and monsters

Now I play in venues in the center of a mosh pit

Huh?

Im the center of your conscience

The black dot, honey skin, the pinnacle of progress

The future of music look brighter than a solar flare

I’m blacker than garvey, you whiter than a polar bear

Hold it there, you don’t wanna salsa with the Holyfield

Box the crowd and leave my mic like artifact- holy grail

Matter fact you can call me the prophet

I’m probably Drew Ali incarnate so stop it

This is a letter to them veterans and brolic ninjas who fought blood wars shots

leave them bodies crippled

Im trying to catch em fore they end up as a homi victim

Guess you’d call me pastor saving cats with the phonic system

They wanna block me cuz im not like these regular broads

Speak revelations off the top like im channeling god

Am I my sisters keeper?

Bell Hooks and Audre Lorde

Ask bout me, I protect the goddess with katana swords

I’m type ill like im typhoid no vaccine

You a hypochondriac

I live rap, you practicing

I break rules like white boys in courtrooms

Where that cracka George at?

The bounty set, now make moves

I’m sorta the rapper that half the game been waiting on

The other half is waiting to see who next they hating on

But it don’t matter cuz im bred tough in carbon form

Give you the plus lessons now you see how knowledge born