[Verse 1: Sa-Roc]

Lets get one thing crystal clear

I am not here to play with your feelings or save your career

My statements severe like razor edges on a paper veneer

Cut through exteriors cleaner than windex on a mirror

I’m non violent

The only bullets I spray are lyrically based

My only kills are egos

So technically you’re physically safe. But…I’m bipolar…one minute I’m soberly playing the role of a poet

And after an hour I’m drunk off my power

And loudly proclaiming my prowess And how incredible it is though

I’ll let you marvel a minute 'cause I’ve gone rogue and opposing

My rivals and every writer that’s in attendance

You know the name they call me S-A- ROC

I be low riding them beats like how them esses rock

My intro is like a thesis and then my essay start

Yell amandla for Madiba down in S.A.- ahk

Busta's (scratch) voice

Sorry homeboy but your flow sound used

Got to pay ya dues, baby, you know the rules

[Verse 2: Sa-Roc]

What’s a rapper to a certified mastodon?

Trample through your garden leave some bars for you to sample from

I been classic since the first verse I spat onto some wax, tyrannosaurus rexed my foes just like Jurassic, son

Eff a punch line, I stick and move with written jewels

Mind is like a mine of conflict free diamonds

Cuz I’m at peace with the beast I’m unleashing onto the mic piece

I’m coming for blood and yall lil tenderonis a nice piece

See I’m at war with the walking dead, just call me grimes

Or call me grimy, I get gutta and start seeing red

When they pass the headphones and I start spitting lines that sparked in my head

A live wire, I electrify this game

Have these rap jawns in white gloves testifying their shame

Hear me once and its over, voice etched inside of your brain

Like pesticides to a roach, I’m raiding your nervous system

So next time I’m in the booth your face will start nervous twitching

U pitch a fit from the shit I emit from my out of lips

I will grand mal seize any reason to pry your cold and resistant fingers off the gold and pose on top of the podium

Show my hands and yall holding em. too busy tryna to poker

She focused on flipping queens and y’all busy playing the joker

I will out rhyme, out prime, and eventually out shine you

And after your reign is over I will straight chalk outline you, my G

Busta's (scratch) voice

(verse 3:Sa-Roc)

Y'all could spit a few bars, I spit suns, moons, and stars

Go nuclear, split a nucleus by souping up my grammar

Make duplicates of the future jump in the booth and go anakin

Turn to the dark side when y'all talking sideways

Use the force of my voice to assault you for five days

Then start on your weak ends like this was a Friday

No McD's I'm a vegan and having it MY WAY!

Hit up them pressure points like tai chi

You feeling rah rah then go ham and try me

But I'm a purist mc, out your league like ivy

I self law and master then emasculate these beats

Dress em up with some impressive vocabs

Then murder em mark it's identity with a toetag

Leave the scene like a legend, souvenir in my tote bag

Cuz we on the low bout to overthrow your regime

Im in the studio cooking with bae, askYasin

Busta's (scratch) voice