Son of the Morning - SA-ROC

The First Mother’s in the building

Got the Moorish Warlords behind me

Katana swords on deck

Iron sharpen iron

Ladies and gentlemen, now for my darkest hour

Devour the dopest rappers and roast their remains in the fire

Cannibalizing rhymes with sharpened canines and talons

Yeah I’m supposed to be vegan but catching prey is too easy

When every MC’s exposed like a flesh wound with some fresh bleeding and

I’m after souls like exorcist versus demon

I am only god body trying to civilize the heathen

Busting quadratic formulas when words do not appease me

I’m resuscitating suffocating verbage from your species

Take this beating then retreat back to the booth and try and redeem

Your entire catalog in twenty bars so far I’m leading

I’m your whole world your old Earth y’all are just my seedling

My verse is from your universe and personal religion

So bow down with five rounds of «Our Father"s, «Hail Mary"s

Then confess your sins or spit holy water, heal lyrics

Like weak lines, cliches, bad puns, and spell errors

I’m the rap heiress and all my shit got clearance

Supreme math, the Twelve Jewels, and all my shit from Clarence

Toe-to-toe I do-si-do you weak MCs

Like I’m the seed of storyboard p and we gon' see

Who be with no ID inside the VIP after these

I massacre beats with African heat 120 degrees

Quiet on the set, I’m in beast mode, which one of you breathed?

I’m starseed, half human, all amazing

Atomic bomb and watch the fall out of faulty campaigning

The price of your soul is marketed, bought for the highest payment

I do it 'cause im ordained to, you do it so you’ll be famous

Came in and f’ed the game up, now wiki me, look my name up

Just picture me without victory, hit me after epiphany

I’ll wait, like Elijah without the nation, Toussaint without the haitians

Sa-Roc without the win is like pyramid without the apex

Dopest vocalist with fallopians, ovaries

Held you sons in my uterus, I’m the reason you doing this

Strengthened your lyrical chords with my umbilical cord

Created you and now you don’t hail the lyrical god?

I’ll enter your heart and sever your ventricle cords

Watch you bleed as I proceed to destroy your integral parts

And then you’ll fall to your knees and plead for reprieve

But I cannot leave until the mic is redeemed an extension of me

Like spinal columns holding up nerve endings

The brain of the game like mensa you mentally sleeping

I’ll take you so deep in the black hole where light bend

I’ll open your pineal gland so black spews like ink pen

Guide you out of triple stage on the staples stage in a state of rage

How you claiming best when I ain’t ripped the page yet?

Studied under masters, you ain’t hardly came of age yet

Call you top dog li’l buddy I’m Anubis

I’ll look after your afterlife after I murder your music

You hard but I’m harder like crystal to diamond, like puss to a lion

You wish you had never spoke now they sicked me behind you

Now tell me who really ruling and pass me the f’ing title

You should’ve kept an ally, get used to your toughest rival

I’m Kali and chopping heads off your metaphorical bodies

String 'em around my neck like reminders of how I bodied these

One little, two little, three little gentlemen

Now lay down and pray now, the crown goes to the feminine