Lyrics Son of the Morning - SA-ROC

Son of the Morning

The First Mother’s in the building
Got the Moorish Warlords behind me
Katana swords on deck
Iron sharpen iron
Ladies and gentlemen, now for my darkest hour
Devour the dopest rappers and roast their remains in the fire
Cannibalizing rhymes with sharpened canines and talons
Yeah I’m supposed to be vegan but catching prey is too easy
When every MC’s exposed like a flesh wound with some fresh bleeding and
I’m after souls like exorcist versus demon
I am only god body trying to civilize the heathen
Busting quadratic formulas when words do not appease me
I’m resuscitating suffocating verbage from your species
Take this beating then retreat back to the booth and try and redeem
Your entire catalog in twenty bars so far I’m leading
I’m your whole world your old Earth y’all are just my seedling
My verse is from your universe and personal religion
So bow down with five rounds of «Our Father"s, «Hail Mary"s
Then confess your sins or spit holy water, heal lyrics
Like weak lines, cliches, bad puns, and spell errors
I’m the rap heiress and all my shit got clearance
Supreme math, the Twelve Jewels, and all my shit from Clarence
Toe-to-toe I do-si-do you weak MCs
Like I’m the seed of storyboard p and we gon' see
Who be with no ID inside the VIP after these
I massacre beats with African heat 120 degrees
Quiet on the set, I’m in beast mode, which one of you breathed?
I’m starseed, half human, all amazing
Atomic bomb and watch the fall out of faulty campaigning
The price of your soul is marketed, bought for the highest payment
I do it 'cause im ordained to, you do it so you’ll be famous
Came in and f’ed the game up, now wiki me, look my name up
Just picture me without victory, hit me after epiphany
I’ll wait, like Elijah without the nation, Toussaint without the haitians
Sa-Roc without the win is like pyramid without the apex
Dopest vocalist with fallopians, ovaries
Held you sons in my uterus, I’m the reason you doing this
Strengthened your lyrical chords with my umbilical cord
Created you and now you don’t hail the lyrical god?
I’ll enter your heart and sever your ventricle cords
Watch you bleed as I proceed to destroy your integral parts
And then you’ll fall to your knees and plead for reprieve
But I cannot leave until the mic is redeemed an extension of me
Like spinal columns holding up nerve endings
The brain of the game like mensa you mentally sleeping
I’ll take you so deep in the black hole where light bend
I’ll open your pineal gland so black spews like ink pen
Guide you out of triple stage on the staples stage in a state of rage
How you claiming best when I ain’t ripped the page yet?
Studied under masters, you ain’t hardly came of age yet
Call you top dog li’l buddy I’m Anubis
I’ll look after your afterlife after I murder your music
You hard but I’m harder like crystal to diamond, like puss to a lion
You wish you had never spoke now they sicked me behind you
Now tell me who really ruling and pass me the f’ing title
You should’ve kept an ally, get used to your toughest rival
I’m Kali and chopping heads off your metaphorical bodies
String 'em around my neck like reminders of how I bodied these
One little, two little, three little gentlemen
Now lay down and pray now, the crown goes to the feminine