Hand of God - SA-ROC

My mic is like my only highlight in my life some days

I testify in two 8s like saints on Sundays

Cuz I been through the sewage and come back unfazed

Now my music’s my temple of worship, so come praise

Now let me reintroduce myself, I’m Sa-Roc

They call me Red or shawty for short on my block

Ain’t have no bread, fam kept me fed on Garvey and Gil Scott

So I’d keep a real shot

Now I’m trigger happy, busting too often from my esophagus

Offering my soul up in every verse from my consciousness

See, DC made me but I’m bigger than a metropolis

Super Manifesting my lane from crib to sarcophagus

I ain’t gon lie, lil recognition would be dope

Cuz I be channeling just like a Panasonic remote

The ghost of my past demanding to hide my every quote

Until the truth saves my future just like a antidote

Hand to God

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby

I tried to tell you was an alien once or twice

I guess 10 albums of evidence just did not suffice

This world don’t fit me, I’m wearing it like a faulty size

But I still slay every space I’ve been known to occupy

Spewing ink on this 8×11, they call me octopi

But most of my lines don’t see light of day like they Dracula

Been so afraid that my honesty would get me ostracized

Cuz I can’t prove this shit to you.

Bruh, I’m just hypothesizing

And I know one thing for sure, they ain’t looking for authentic Homie,

all these rappers is plastic and freshly augmented

Seem like real shit off the table, unfamiliar off limits

All my views is super Black like the windows is all tinted

That’s my truth, I don’t deny you yours

I’m tryna leave a hip hop classic, bomb your train of thought like Style Wars

With stories of how I earned these stripes we’ll call that tiger lore Legend of

beauty and beast- an internal dialogue

Hand to God

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby

They ask for more, I told em sure.

Let’s see, who am I?

First, I’m extraordinary, more than meets the human eye

And that’s not arrogance, it’s more like I’m exhuming pride

They tried to bury my self worth and call it suicide, I object

I came too far and fought too hard to be a prior threat

There’s clear and present danger lurking in my dialect

And turbulence in every piece that I ain’t fired yet

I’m peaking, I’m Mt. Zion.

Holy shit, it’s prophesied I guess

Like I wasn’t ‘posed to make it past the first year

Now I’m in the twin cities rocking pink coats of cashmere

Y’all don’t make this album fly, I’m thinking bout jetting-that's Lear But I

got in the game to make some kind of change-cashier

So what do you suggest?

Should I walk it out?

Get 3 stacks on the track?

One more Outkast to talk about?

I’m on my own path, have no other plans to stalk your route

So I’m gon' leave this here.

Dope artifacts from Roc, I’m out

Hand to God

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby

This ain’t never easy

Hope that you believe me

Cuz I don’t have a reason

To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby