Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold Leaf , by - SA-ROC. Release date: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
Gold Leaf |
| Woman of steel, S embroidered on the lapel |
| Superhero with these expressions ejected from out the grill |
| Nah mean? |
| Like muslimahs is on the deen |
| From sunup to sundown, I’m preying on your regime |
| It’s a theme |
| In every storyline, I’m supreme |
| Got the royal bloodline in my two fallopians |
| Rhyme king |
| They say I’m thorough like them Philly boys |
| Hit the city, call Peedi, we’ll make 'em go, «Ring» |
| See, they crack under that pressure I’m stacking up |
| With every passionate display of my vernacular |
| I’m like the Loch Ness |
| Make an appearance, get people obsessed |
| Then dip and leave, legend like an Acura |
| See, this orifice got my course rather meteoric |
| You can catch me with the Moors, holding court in my Diadoras |
| One note of my voice got them boys tryna flee the force |
| Like I’m Darth, these kinda bars leave y’all amygdala scorched |
| What’s popping? |
| Well, why not? |
| 'Cause shawty fire, my God |
| And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot |
| Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts |
| Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas |
| They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe |
| Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting |
| The last born from out the asphalt and city dust |
| Now my life look like it was cast from the cinemas |
| I’m teaching class for the mass rap illiterate |
| Each of my rivals gasp when they glance at my syllabus |
| I be spitting math plus a fraction of literature |
| F with both subjects so I guess I’m polygamous |
| Beauty and the beast, homie, please don’t bring the beef |
| Babydoll when I’m peace, if I’m upset, then I’m hideous |
| These double Xs got me extra saucy |
| See, Red linking with that gold and green like Selassie |
| 'Cause everybody jumping on my space age philosophy |
| My tapes got em hopping out the Matrix like Ferraris |
| Well, I’m the modern day Almoravid |
| And my involvement can civilize a savage in eighty bars |
| It’s why there’s a following in every quadrant |
| 'Cause Roc is cooking something lovely in the cauldron |
| Well, why not? |
| 'Cause shawty fire, my God |
| And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot |
| Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts |
| Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas |
| They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe |
| Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting |
| I am the living, breathing word of God |
| Like the Bhaghavad, derived from the Woodabe tribe, listen |
| All my earliest written texts |
| You can find 'em in the desert on a scroll of ancient papyri, Egyptian |
| My code different from the status quo |
| I got UFOs hidden in my genetic catacombs |
| Me and my associates run up on your pulpit spitting oceans |
| With liquid gold dripping from the mandibles |
| I’m a Starseed out the Far East, off the deep end |
| Like a beacon, lighting up your faves with my ink pen |
| Found the apex, secured my place like I’m cement |
| Got your base bent all out of shape, tetrahedron, Lord |
| These kinda gems, they can’t afford |
| So they get counterfeit MCs to fill the mounting void |
| Came to break the chain with 24k in my anecdotes |
| Now I got the whole planet surveying from my vantage point |
| Bird’s eye |
| Well, why not? |
| 'Cause shawty fire, my God |
| And I ain’t know they make 'em this fly, pilot |
| Whole team got the shine on beam, high watts |
| Turn the whole sheet into gold leaf, Midas |
| They’ll survive, hold up, well, maybe |
| Just catch the vibe, roll up, we waiting |