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sa-roc - the moors of alhambra lyrics

[verse 1]
my gold wither collapsed jeans like pierced lung
call me demigod with sharp t++th and pierced tongue
the [?] speeches start riots right ’65
words smoked, beats blazed, lyrical molotav
ready for combat, but combats a camouflage
the coup d’état have your crew yelling, “sabotage!”
the stone bomber, watch out for your comma
hanging dirty exploits on the line like [?]
laundry, get your toughest armor
the moor storm your castle with they pheasant black tassels, youse a goner
[?] maybe, and horses+es in the caravan
flanked by 40 torches burnin’ sort of like a seraphant
rootin’ out the little snakes in tall grasses
roundin’ up the guilty like students with no hall passes
let ’em spit and they flows, it’s all savage
cut out that child’s play and let the gods have at it

[verse 2]
i’m overheads like sp+ce shuttles over stratosphere
beginning verses got me ending tenured rap careers
you braniacs solving theorems with a ball point
cats confused cause thinking is not they strong point
well let me break it down to base level, i’m ace level
verbal shrapnel, got star dudes rocking face metal
i swallow coal and spew diamonds out the jaw piece
i’m west born but became of age in the far east
architectural jargon is flawless in construction
i write the blueprint for nations who thought for rhyme instruction
my commandments demanding a proper introduction
that’s why i spit a fire 16 over the introduction
electric signals and water make mighty fine conduction
transfer the message from the ether to the mind’s inductions
abosorbing morsels of knowledge into your spinal structure
my catalogue is substantial refuse to rhyme for nothing
[verse 3]
danger, danger
she got them angie davis eyes
the black line, cold stick, alhambra+n kind
rap from geometric angles with my gold bangles
i like the clink that they make so i let ’em dangle
[?] and moccasins and all white kimonos my auras shine in my photos
i keep y’all woke like some no+doze
i’m still a rookie but i know my way around a verse like a pro though
a tactician i’m tactfully crafting these strategies
like i’m hannibal on the packet, these soldiers backing me
i’m ’bout the civilized like [?] and the romans
avert your eyes when queen is speaking, please respect the royals
keep me draped in fine silk and laced with dusky oils
lips is mica+stained and blinged in gold foil
i’m out of place on these concrete and cold streets
somebody get this earth mother to some black soil

- sa roc lyrics

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