Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Code of Hammurabi, artist - SA-ROC.
Date of issue: 07.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Code of Hammurabi |
Look at what you made me |
Product of your pressure made a diamond out of black heat |
A rhymer outta a writer and fighter outta pacifist |
How dare you tryna match this, miraculous kind of practice |
Stand alone or ride with it my genius |
What you said you running with, I don’t think you’re ready for this |
Level of incredible, I’m leading league of extraordinary gentlemen |
You Dorian Gray tryna hold on to your innocence |
Once you thought you made it out, I’m pulling you back in |
You started a war now you |
I’m napalm on your faction |
With some B-Boys doing back-spins and DJs on the waxes |
I’m D. Wade at a Heat game with a free aim at the basket |
It’s just that simple for me, you let your head get blown up cuz you’re gassed |
up by your simple homies |
Time to face your sentence, homie |
Just to tell your pride into repentance, homie |
Welcome to the fallout |
Stand upon something, and the days about to fall out |
Clutching insanity like a man with his final straw out |
Must be your vanity that made me HAM and go this far out |
I’m giving out lessons like your least favorite teacher |
East raised where my street gang will be insane to be leader |
You learned that the hard way, I grew up in hallways |
Where piss and cooking rocks was like the |
But that’s all behind me now |
Rappers fall behind me now |
Line you up like a temple tape |
The temple stake me out my mind |
Six years on the bench and I’ve been growing, and it’s about that time |
How do you think I’m finna act, I’m going Shiva on your grind |
When your album come out |
Yes, I’m gonna shit on every line |
Please excuse my language, my anger has got me spitting flames |
Blowing up on records like you struck a match and lit propane |
I present you Sa-Roc, I suggest you don’t forget that name |