The Rebirth

[Verse 1: Sa-Roc]

If I could be candid, sometimes I'm insecure, my bad

There's more on my agenda than securing my bag

Y'all say y'all love the real, but watch pretend in high-res

Different rappers, same regurgitated interests, I gag

I'm the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia

Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hop's savior

Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape

And I'm not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior

From the cradle of the civilized to a gravе situation

Where a flag more privilеged than the enslaved of its nation

I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations

With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations

I'm a far cry from my homestead, I'm a Starseed

Caught a love bug for these prayers like I'm Starski

Now I'm with a crew of rhyme slayers making bars bleed

Rivals trying to catch up, but they can't match my brain or car speed

Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid

Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded

That's from years of light work that made this medium cathartic

Ride these BPM's like choppers 'til my grief became melodic

Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits

So y'all can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite

Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful  and unbothered

With all my doubts and fears six feet deep and sleeping under sawdust

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]

Exist out of the box with the elements and gases

While placing emphasis on intelligence and brashness

Devil run amuck while society is cashless

Alter the prescription on the frames of their glasses

Quick as a quitter will fold, some of what glitters is gold

Same story is old, getting left in the blistering cold

Broken souls get remold with little arbitration

Fortune favors the bold, as does incarceration

The art of manifestation mastered by ancient civilizations

Lies deep within the mind's refrigeration

A shift of the eye is ample indication

To re-release a mudslide of latent inspiration

The butler did it, end of conversation

In this Information Age, you don't know nathan but hatin'

From the beginning, in it to win it and still, he spitting

This fully written isn't a product of bullshitting