Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NSFW (Not Safe For Weak Rappers), artist - SA-ROC. Date of issue: 05.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NSFW (Not Safe For Weak Rappers) |
| Tracy G: Does anyone try to pressure you into going into that stereotypical |
| female character, just playing, like, a sex icon? |
| Sa-Roc: You know what’s funny? |
| I’ve never gotten that, cause I’ve established |
| myself and who I am as an MC very early on. |
| I’m the Goddess MC. |
| Nobody’s gonna |
| ask me to disrespect myself and I won’t |
| Tracy G: Goddess MC! |
| Sway Calloway: Yo, she just stunted on us with that, «I'm the Goddess MC» |
| I’m black magic, 5 foot something, the rap maverick |
| Y’all want me to dumb it down, well my shit too elaborate |
| Alphabetic acrobatics on every apparatus |
| Step onto my train of thought and get lost in my labyrinth |
| I am not a Barbie I’m a barbarian |
| Dismember bodies of work vocally then I bury em |
| Prey for my opponents for they know not what they getting into |
| It’s too many snakes and froggy types in my terrarium |
| Lyrically I’m Kali Ma, goddess of these arias |
| Nowadays emcees can’t walk a mile inside my Adidas, blood |
| I will cripple every rhyme that you exhale from out your diaphragm |
| Then diagram the steps to your retirement |
| I’m Tigress, I earned every stripe that you admiring |
| Never been a star, I am more inclined to be Orion |
| And I’m liable to ionize your entire environment |
| And that means everybody charged up when I’m reciting |
| These 16s like WMDs, I’m public enemy to these Republican bastards asking |
| For passwords to my ribonucleic acids, asterisk |
| That means my genetic code for anybody asking |
| Ass pics not in my repertoire |
| Never taken a shot my integrity Kevlar |
| I am just here to test your celebrity caliber |
| My pedigree Elohim and you elementary bruh |
| I mean, They should’ve told you that I’m the rapper to beat |
| I’m the monster inside of the shadows when you asleep |
| I’m the wolf after cattle and you remind me of sheep |
| You honestly ain’t on par with the bars that I might excrete |
| Cuz I am dark matter, art packaged inside of flesh |
| These triple carbons got me blacking out on every record |
| I’m picking apart every verb and pronoun that you eject |
| Cuz these rappers borrowed my whole style and I’m here to collect |
| You gon' pay me |
| I’m the queen of God hop |
| Sway told me to bust a a Capella, told em why not? |
| Homie if I get hold of the mic I might just wild out |
| And I ain’t letting a 85er get a fucking vowel out |
| You can call me Mau Mau, rebel in my DNA |
| I’m trying to make royalty, they reveling in T & A |
| I’ll be down in Tijuana levitating either way |
| Just give me a minute for my melanin to incubate |
| Got damn |
| I’m deep space, black hole in my cerebell- |
| Flow extraterrestrial, I told em I’d never tell- |
| Gave birth to the 7 wonders, ovaries never failed |
| Got the book of life completely encoded in every cell |
| Oh, Om mani padme hum, that’s the mantra |
| Spit and get this heat all in your marrow like a cancer |
| Ciphers full of fresh meat trying to impress me and I’m just |
| Waiting with a crew of black Sicilians yelling Mangia! |
| This is not the end of me! |
| I’m gon' rule the industry |
| I’m going after every top ten rapper with intent to eat |
| With no less than thousand degree quality intensity |
| You ain’t built to last the full magnitude or extent of me |
| If Thought, Monche, Stacks and Roc, ain’t in your top fiiiiive |
| I’mma chop your reputation til it’s lopsided |
| Leave that joint cold and stiff like its arthritis |
| Lost tribe of the last scribes-I'm Thoth hybrid |
| This art of rap from out the vault of humanity’s finest |