[Verse: Sa-Roc]

They say a rose by any other name is still a rose

And the sturdiest can breach through the granite from which it grows

Then I suppose that I'm destined to shock the globe

And that electrifying used to describe me is apropos

I'm a -- child of chocolate city, Barry era

Where they might've shot you, left you simmering in your marinara

And where them conga drums is rooted in Ghanaian firma Terra

Gentrifiers try to mute the beat, I'll freak it, acapella

Bust it, the whole world tried to tell me what I wasn't

But not enough pushed me to extraordinary budgets

Trying to exchange this currency to a language you can stomach

Show you this Eagle eye view from every angle of my summit

Got my formal education from my bloodline, that's IV

Came up in the heart of cocaine 80s, bruv, no ID

Life was mostly bitter with a little bit of sweet

I had to concentrate to get all of this juice, guess that's Hi-C

They could never break our resolve, homie, I meant that

December baby, goat status destined thru my ascendant

I tend to keep a chunk of something crystalline on my pendant

I'm Liston, Sonny landing these hits with maximum impact

Yeah you see it, this big uterus energy

The ones that try to play me, them pricks usually into me

But they intimidated cuz' sis stupidly gifted

And if you outta order, I'll show you the sheer brute of my entropy

The game still worried 'bout my fruit of the loom

But this that motherland talk and y'all the fruit of my womb

I'm tryna reanimate the work of Tubman through every tune

'Til every black butterfly alive done flew the cocoon

See I don't gotta lotta time for the slicksters and fast talk

I'm tryna build another Wall Street from the asphalt

You looking for the leader of the pack then go ask Thought

All my dawgs is apexes and yalls is industry mascots

If I drop something, you know that it's gon be the shit

Got rappers scooping up my biz' and getting the bag with my schtick

But this is certified organic, could never recreate the real

And all them hours in the lab gon do is have me more sick

Whoa, I know that must sound cocky

But Sa-Roc to rap like lil bit of turbinado to ground coffee

Got a full grasp of this Queen's English

But when that tongue loose, I'll hit the booth and make that heifer sound cockney

Call me Shocklee, public enemy on every property

Cuz I'm a product of that rebel aristocracy

So they trail me and Internet stalk me

Cuz I'm exorcizing demons with this drip Mephistopheles

Me and Sol Messiah ain't come to play by your rules

We finna leave these cheesy dudes chopped, slivered and screwed

This is prophecy, this path is a lot bigger than you

So imma keep stirring the pot, til the plot thickens and brews

Roc