Gold Leaf - SA-ROC

Woman of steel, S embroidered on the lapel

Superhero with these expressions ejected from out the grill

Nah mean?

Like muslimahs is on the deen

From sunup to sundown, I’m preying on your regime

It’s a theme

In every storyline, I’m supreme

Got the royal bloodline in my two fallopians

Rhyme king

They say I’m thorough like them Philly boys

Hit the city, call Peedi, we’ll make 'em go, «Ring»

See, they crack under that pressure I’m stacking up

With every passionate display of my vernacular

I’m like the Loch Ness

Make an appearance, get people obsessed

Then dip and leave, legend like an Acura

See, this orifice got my course rather meteoric

You can catch me with the Moors, holding court in my Diadoras

One note of my voice got them boys tryna flee the force

Like I’m Darth, these kinda bars leave y’all amygdala scorched

What’s popping?

Well, why not?

'Cause shawty fire, my God

And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot

Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts

Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas

They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe

Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting

The last born from out the asphalt and city dust

Now my life look like it was cast from the cinemas

I’m teaching class for the mass rap illiterate

Each of my rivals gasp when they glance at my syllabus

I be spitting math plus a fraction of literature

F with both subjects so I guess I’m polygamous

Beauty and the beast, homie, please don’t bring the beef

Babydoll when I’m peace, if I’m upset, then I’m hideous

These double Xs got me extra saucy

See, Red linking with that gold and green like Selassie

'Cause everybody jumping on my space age philosophy

My tapes got em hopping out the Matrix like Ferraris

Well, I’m the modern day Almoravid

And my involvement can civilize a savage in eighty bars

It’s why there’s a following in every quadrant

'Cause Roc is cooking something lovely in the cauldron

Well, why not?

'Cause shawty fire, my God

And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot

Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts

Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas

They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe

Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting

I am the living, breathing word of God

Like the Bhaghavad, derived from the Woodabe tribe, listen

All my earliest written texts

You can find 'em in the desert on a scroll of ancient papyri, Egyptian

My code different from the status quo

I got UFOs hidden in my genetic catacombs

Me and my associates run up on your pulpit spitting oceans

With liquid gold dripping from the mandibles

I’m a Starseed out the Far East, off the deep end

Like a beacon, lighting up your faves with my ink pen

Found the apex, secured my place like I’m cement

Got your base bent all out of shape, tetrahedron, Lord

These kinda gems, they can’t afford

So they get counterfeit MCs to fill the mounting void

Came to break the chain with 24k in my anecdotes

Now I got the whole planet surveying from my vantage point

Bird’s eye

Well, why not?

'Cause shawty fire, my God

And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot

Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts

Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas

They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe

Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting