Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hand of God, artist - SA-ROC. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
Hand of God |
| My mic is like my only highlight in my life some days |
| I testify in two 8s like saints on Sundays |
| Cuz I been through the sewage and come back unfazed |
| Now my music’s my temple of worship, so come praise |
| Now let me reintroduce myself, I’m Sa-Roc |
| They call me Red or shawty for short on my block |
| Ain’t have no bread, fam kept me fed on Garvey and Gil Scott |
| So I’d keep a real shot |
| Now I’m trigger happy, busting too often from my esophagus |
| Offering my soul up in every verse from my consciousness |
| See, DC made me but I’m bigger than a metropolis |
| Super Manifesting my lane from crib to sarcophagus |
| I ain’t gon lie, lil recognition would be dope |
| Cuz I be channeling just like a Panasonic remote |
| The ghost of my past demanding to hide my every quote |
| Until the truth saves my future just like a antidote |
| Hand to God |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |
| I tried to tell you was an alien once or twice |
| I guess 10 albums of evidence just did not suffice |
| This world don’t fit me, I’m wearing it like a faulty size |
| But I still slay every space I’ve been known to occupy |
| Spewing ink on this 8×11, they call me octopi |
| But most of my lines don’t see light of day like they Dracula |
| Been so afraid that my honesty would get me ostracized |
| Cuz I can’t prove this shit to you. |
| Bruh, I’m just hypothesizing |
| And I know one thing for sure, they ain’t looking for authentic Homie, |
| all these rappers is plastic and freshly augmented |
| Seem like real shit off the table, unfamiliar off limits |
| All my views is super Black like the windows is all tinted |
| That’s my truth, I don’t deny you yours |
| I’m tryna leave a hip hop classic, bomb your train of thought like Style Wars |
| With stories of how I earned these stripes we’ll call that tiger lore Legend of |
| beauty and beast- an internal dialogue |
| Hand to God |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |
| They ask for more, I told em sure. |
| Let’s see, who am I? |
| First, I’m extraordinary, more than meets the human eye |
| And that’s not arrogance, it’s more like I’m exhuming pride |
| They tried to bury my self worth and call it suicide, I object |
| I came too far and fought too hard to be a prior threat |
| There’s clear and present danger lurking in my dialect |
| And turbulence in every piece that I ain’t fired yet |
| I’m peaking, I’m Mt. Zion. |
| Holy shit, it’s prophesied I guess |
| Like I wasn’t ‘posed to make it past the first year |
| Now I’m in the twin cities rocking pink coats of cashmere |
| Y’all don’t make this album fly, I’m thinking bout jetting-that's Lear But I |
| got in the game to make some kind of change-cashier |
| So what do you suggest? |
| Should I walk it out? |
| Get 3 stacks on the track? |
| One more Outkast to talk about? |
| I’m on my own path, have no other plans to stalk your route |
| So I’m gon' leave this here. |
| Dope artifacts from Roc, I’m out |
| Hand to God |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |
| This ain’t never easy |
| Hope that you believe me |
| Cuz I don’t have a reason |
| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |