Concious Flow 4 the subconcious

"Ankh:Her" is a freestyle recorded over Michael Christmas's "Everything Burrito" track with permission from & produced by Rich Kidd. Please do not rip or upload to youtube or any other streaming site
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ANKH:HER

Waking Up (The Diamond Mantra)

Heaven

Black Girl Magic (Remix)

Black Girl Magic (Remix) Ft. OSHUN

A bouncy summer vibe to all those who want to groove. Thank you all for being patient with me. Enjoy the ride <3

CEA YA L8R

Vitamins

Watering Feat. ihatekrys

Get "Hand of God": https://rse.lnk.to/HandOfGod

Following two successful singles, “Forever” and “Goddess Gang”,  Sa-Roc returns with “Hand Of God”, the new single which acts as a bridge to her upcoming Rhymesayers debut album! 

“The premise of the song is based on this idea of having to prove authenticity to a world where artifice is so prevalent, while simultaneously proving to yourself that your integrity will remain intact, and you’ll stay truest to yourself.”- Sa-Roc

CONNECT WITH SA-ROC:
https://rhymesayers.com/artists/saroc
https://www.facebook.com/sarocthemc/
https://twitter.com/sarocthemc/
https://www.instagram.com/sarocthemc/

SONG CREDITS:
Written by Sa-Roc
Produced by Sol Messiah

LYRICS:
My mic is like my only highlight in my life some days. I testify in two 8s like saints on Sundays. Cuz I been through the sewage and come back unfazed. Now my music’s my temple of worship, so come praise. Now let me reintroduce myself, I’m Sa-Roc. They call me Red or shawty for short on my block. Ain’t have no bread, fam kept me fed on Garvey and Gil Scott, so I’d keep a real shot. Now I’m trigger happy, busting too often from my esophagus. Offering my soul up in every verse from my consciousness. See, DC made me but I’m bigger than a metropolis. Super Manifesting my lane from crib to sarcophagus. I ain’t gon lie, lil recognition would be dope. Cuz I be channeling just like a Panasonic remote. The ghost of my past demanding to hide my every quote. Until the truth saves my future just like a antidote. Hand to God.

This ain’t never easy
Hope that you believe me
Cuz I don’t have a reason
To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
(2x)

I tried to tell you was an alien once or twice. I guess 10 albums of evidence just did not suffice. This world don’t fit me, I’m wearing it like a faulty size. But I still slay every space I’ve been known to occupy. Spewing ink on this 8 x 11, they call me octopi. But most of my lines don’t see light of day like they Dracula. Been so afraid that my honesty would get me ostracized, cuz I can’t prove this shit to you. Bruh, I’m just hypothesizing. And I know one thing for sure, they ain’t looking for authentic. Homie, all these rappers is plastic and freshly augmented. Seem like real shit off the table, unfamiliar off limits. All my views is super Black like the windows is all tinted. That’s my truth,  I don’t deny you yours. I’m tryna leave a hip hop classic, bomb your train of thought like Style Wars. With stories of how I earned these stripes we’ll call that tiger lore. Legend of beauty and beast- an internal dialogue. Hand to God. 

This ain’t never easy
Hope that you believe me
Cuz I don’t have a reason
To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
(2x)

They ask for more, I told em sure. Let’s see, who am I? First, I’m extraordinary, more than meets the human eye. And that’s not arrogance. It’s more like I’m exhuming pride. They tried to bury my self worth and call it suicide. I object. I came too far and fought too hard to be a prior threat. There’s clear and present danger lurking in my dialect. And turbulence in every piece that I ain’t fired yet. I’m peaking, I’m Mt. Zion. Holy shit, it’s prophesied I guess. Like I wasn’t ‘posed to make it past the 1st year. Now I’m in the twin cities rocking pink coats of cashmere. Y’all don’t make this album fly, I’m thinking bout jetting-that’s Lear. But I got in the game to make some kind of change-cashier. So what do you suggest? Should I walk it out? Get 3 stacks on the track? One more Outkast to talk about? I’m on my own path, have no other plans to stalk your route. So I’m gon leave this here. Dope artifacts from Roc. I’m out. Hand to God.

This ain’t never easy
Hope that you believe me
Cuz I don’t have a reason
To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
(2x)

Sa-Roc - Hand of God

StarDust

Spilligion

End Of Daze (with EARTHGANG & JID feat. Jurdan Bryant, Mereba & Hollywood JB)

This is the only way I can truly express my many emotions right now. Black. Lives. Matter.

Weary Revolutionary

Produced by BryceRicce

The Chameleon Lifestyles Simulation EP is now available: https://farrwell.bandcamp.com/album/chameleon-lifestyles-simulation

Chameleon Lifestyles

LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/TheSharecroppersDaughter
VINYL/CD/MERCH: https://Sa-Roc.com

SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed By Sa-Roc
Produced By Evidence
Co-Produced By Al B Smoov

CONNECT WITH SA-ROC:
https://rhymesayers.com/artists/saroc
https://www.facebook.com/sarocthemc/
https://twitter.com/sarocthemc/
https://www.instagram.com/sarocthemc/

LYRICS:
If I could get a taste of my freedom, I would savor every tidbit. Pilot planes like I was Tuskegee. The flyest letterman, call me collegiate. That’s why I get violent on these mics can turn a (Turner) phrase like Ike and Tina, stories bloodied and beaten so well, we’re calling em Red Tales(Tails). How convenient. Facts-The struggle I know left physical scars as lasting proof. Mommy and Pops residual trauma pushed them to bottles Absolut.  Homie, that 90s era was Rocky, had to be sly and outfox the coop. Everyone knows a rose can grow from cracks but most don’t blossom fruit. So my lyrical watts like miracle drops. BB, I’m Posdnuos. That’s De La-from the soul. I’m undersold and over hip-hop to boot. They worship green like God, got bands to ear like radios top 10 grooves. My samples clear, I push gems like DeBeers. No conflict, just the truth.  See, I’m the plug. I’m giving the people the power, try not to blow out the fuse. I’m so close to these lower and upper cases that I guess that it’s best I recuse. Telling me I need to party and bullshit to win. Well then Homie I guess imma lose. Ain’t no biggie, I’m black obsidian. Rap’s new Gideon.  Summon the troops. Roc.

I’m turning over a new leaf. 
Same life with a new lease.
Game time, different frame of mind. 
Hit the lab up like a 2 piece. 
I ain’t a fan of the fame, y’all keep the bread and the groupies.
 I just want a group of loyal fam, and if I win, bet the crew eats. My god. 
This a stress free zone. 
This the best freedom.
I just want a group of loyal fam, and if I win, bet the crew eats. My god.
This a stress free zone. This the best freedom.
 I’m just tryna elevate. Ya dig?

They wasn’t feeling that space shit. Told em I was on another level. They said they only investing in fauna and flora, like pussy and flower petals. Pardon my tongue but I grew up building with gods and sparring with horny devils. You rumble with dogs you come up with fleas and potty mouths trying to blacken the kettle. I am not an island, hold up the diaspora with my limbs. Fuck up the system with this atypical gab, some Converse and nylons. I am the calm version of a storm brewing. I’m a monsoon in Thailand.  And if my Black fist and my womb irks you, here’s the worlds smallest violin. Check it.

I’m turning over a new leaf. 
Same life with a new lease.
Game time, different frame of mind. 
Hit the lab up like a 2 piece. 
I ain’t a fan of the fame, y’all keep the bread and the groupies.
 I just want a group of loyal fam, and if I win, bet the crew eats. My god. 
This a stress free zone. 
This the best freedom.
I just want a group of loyal fam, and if I win, bet the crew eats. My god.
This a stress free zone. This the best freedom.
 I’m just tryna elevate. Ya dig?

The Sharecropper's Daughter

Sa-Roc - Deliverance

Fan Link: https://fanlink.to/whynotlove

IG: https://www.instagram.com/eyenesta/

T: https://twitter.com/eyenesta/

Why Not Love (feat Tru)

Baptize (with JID & EARTHGANG feat. Ant Clemons)

LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/TheSharecroppersDaughter
VINYL/CD/MERCH: https://Sa-Roc.com

SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed By Sa-Roc
Produced By Sol-Messiah

CONNECT WITH SA-ROC:
https://rhymesayers.com/artists/saroc
https://www.facebook.com/sarocthemc/
https://twitter.com/sarocthemc/
https://www.instagram.com/sarocthemc/

LYRICS:
Dropped from out the clouds, had to change form. Flooded the plains, had em praying for my brainstorms. I’m a master, pieced from divine. Every work of Art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn.  I’m heir to an era of conflict, where the post codes drawn so the pros and the 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’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a 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.

Born queen with a street type of etiquette. That’s why I rule over every subject and predicate. Scrawl these searing indictments on every 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 jinns can’t distinguish God from me-I and I. Spit the 12 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. Guarantee we finna recoup. Stunting recovered Ghanaian gold on the molars of every tooth. We buying back the blocks, Black Wall Street pursuit. If we fell couple of times, the rise absolute. Trust me.

I don’t know what you might’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a 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.

I don’t know what you might’ve heard, but we ain’t going nowhere- But up
Got a 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.

Concious Flow 4 the subconcious

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