Sa-Roc Drops Visual For r(E)volution

This track requires your complete and total attention. Listen twice if you need to. It’s more than a vibe, its a movement. For y’all lazy listeners here are the lyrics.

Verse 1

Dropped from the clouds had to change form. Flooded the plains had em praying for my brainstorms. Im a master, pieced from my divine. Every work of art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn.

I’m heir to an era of conflicts where the post codes drawn so the pros and cons split. Professionals been robbin hoods with a palm flick. Gave to the poor and the black the stigmata of convict.

See the cross we bear is too familiar. Embedded in the home of the brave, the darkest of interiors. Saw street scholars and soldiers defect cuz they post traumatic stressed from the American experience.

Go Awf then! I’m finna go all in. Murk every line came before this delivery, make orphans. See, my heart bleed from the hardship in my origins.

My great grand sold for a band at southern auctions. It’s the razor edge in my cadence that shredded through these paper trails. Only alphabet boys I trust is NOI and ELs. Only alchemy justify the nuggets I expel. Inner city idol trying to be the next Ida Wells. Roc.

I don’t know what you might of heard but we ain’t going nowhere but up.

Got a whole squad dressed in all black, got streets on notice what up?

They want us in the same place ain’t nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us. Hello this is revolution get on up

Verse 2

Born queen with a type of street etiquette. That’s why I rule over every subject and predicate. Scrawl these searing indictments on ever edifice. Symbols of my holy cabal the only evidence.

Look, scuse the venom in my rap tone. Cuz more often than sweet, life served vinegar in Black homes. More specifically where fire lit them crack stones. War on drugs turned a fiend to felon in a snap gone.

Inspired ire in my diatribe. Cuz polished liars trying to tell us that Shabazz is a dying tribe. So imma turn this pen and tablet to a tabernacle, so them jens can’t distinguish God from me-I and I.

Spit the twelve jewels to free em from the 13th. This a clear view like babies seeing from the first blink. They can’t buy the spirit from our nation cut the purse strings. Gene pool established-ancestors was the first link.

Guaranteed we finna recoup. Stunting recovered Ghanaian gold on the molars of every tooth. We buying back the block, Black Wall Street pursuit. If we fell a couple times the rise absolute. Trust me

I don’t know what you might of heard of but we ain’t going nowhere but up

Got the whole squad dressed in all black, got the streets on notice what up?

They want us in the same place ain’t nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us

Hello this is revolution get on up

This is THE anthem of hope and resistance. Let’s support this upcoming project. The Sharecroppers Daughter drops on October 2nd.

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