[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Dear white people, I am not your negro
Yeah, black people, y'all just got your hero
All these rap demons I'm about to Deebo
Me and Assata, my ATLien alter ego
The Queen of Sheba and Musa Keita, produce a heater
Salute your teacher, my newest seed is a future leader
A testament of my evolution of excellence
To be or not to be human, that's what the question is
I'm still the answer regardless, rappers is movin' targets
Acknowledge me as the smartest passenger movin' forward
My little sister bars blast like Kalashnikov
Just because, heavy bass, dance like Baryshnikov
The sound pierce like bullets and swords
From a nation under attack like bulletin boards
And I'm reppin' the foundation to the fullest, of course
Today, another life was lost and it could have been yours
Whether in Colorado or Collie Park
You but a mile apart from the sharpness of my remarks
The Black oligarch makin' weaponry out of art
My supplier Sol Messiah told me we gotta talk
I walk through the dark
Now do I roll deep or do I hold heat?
Now am I laid back or a control freak?
Rockin' a crown gilded in gold leaf
I'm from a place where the people dream, but don't sleep
[Chorus: Sa-Roc]
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
[Verse 2: Sa-Roc]
Look, I don't wan' keep this dialogue alive
But they still don't know why I'm out for blood, I'm not surprised
I keep my fangs well-hidden behind a model smize
And this tyrannical grammar stay italicized by design
I'm emphatically beast over every domain I survey
Leave prey in states of paralysis with my rabid eyes
And me and Thought together, portrait of your worst fears
The darkeness come to light when two Leviathans is fraternizin'
My stock splintered from God's innards to maul sentences
'Til every mob within yards beyond penitent
Squad minted from Nina's demeanor and Lauryn lyrics
We bogard dinner tables and squat like Solange's titular album, homie
I'm scripture embodied
Holy sixteens turn a fiend to redeemer
Picture of pious, quotin' my verses like
I'm second coming, that's just one way that I've been heard described
I'm Obatala crossed with 2Pac
And the cost is all eyes on me when I occupy space, immersed in white
'Cause I'm lit like a seven-day
My third eyelid stay wide open like it's broken, it's unsettling
It's a high risk going up against my pedigree
It's Black Thought and Roc, the Ibis and his Padawan
[Chorus: Sa-Roc]
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
[Verse 3: Sa-Roc & Black Thought]
The atom splitter, dark matter, enigmatic figure
Dwell in shadow, then emerge when my genetics triggered
The sleeping giant, the ether supplier, keep 'em wired
So when every verse hit their circuitry, make repeat required
Who fired a live round outta the cartridge?
The foul words written on parchment
High and exalted, police and fire department main culprit
A glimmer in the eye of the target, the mind of a marksman
The word sorceress, preferred source of that black magic
The same orifice that feigned voiceless, then spat acid
The dream eater, the grim reaper, sixteen killer
The sonic boom when an MC and Elohim meet up
The cypher, the grim reaper, the gatekeeper, the late creeper
The street sweeper that think deeper, the complete speaker
The Svengali, went from reefer in the alley
To freakin' with a Somali on the beaches of Malawi
Now he the luminary, the heavy pituitary
Knew it very early on, I'd be the legendary
Hot as Assata, my vocabulary contemporary
Personally autographing every obituary for y'all
[Chorus: Sa-Roc]
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
You are now tuned in to the classics
This fine art, leave this work to the masters
Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us
Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses
[Outro: Sa-Roc]
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