Lyrics Code of Hammurabi - SA-ROC

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