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Saving Souls Prod By Mikos Da Gawd

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Rhymesayers Entertainment & Sa-Roc present: Wisdom Wednesdays, a weekly free song/video series showcasing the undeniable talent of the newest Rhymesayers signee, Sa-Roc.

Be on the lookout every Wednesday for a new offering from the gifted MC via Rhymesayers Entertainment. 

Produced By: Sol Messiah
 
Lyrics: 
First Verse
Came out the gully with Fulanis and a scully on. I used to run tough with the gods and some hellions. Never crossed the family on the word of a civilian. That's why they call me Dedan(the Don) like Mau Mau rebellions. Voice honey coated, lil bit of gravel in it. For them classic rhymes with a lil bit of savage in em. I ain't new to this profession, I'm established in it. Any challenge to the status quo would be a cataclysm. Cuz I'm Assata with the good hair-9 ether. I have em pissing lemonade when I arrive eager. My mediocre is Lee Iacocca, I CEO shit. 'Fore I come up out the A class like a ivy leaguer. Pineal on a 100 like I'm Benjamin. I am 1/2 Outcast, 5/10s granite. Fully liable to crush an mc mid sentence. Crystals crusted on my wrist with the tint salmon. Queen ting. 

Second verse:
Every time I come through, 10 maroons-PULL UP!!
Watch the dj, when mi chune done he soon-PULL UP!!
Cuz I'm a rockwilder, child of mean streets and crack houses. Now I break bread in Lagos with some sharp Hausas. This for Alton, Sandra Bland, my man Malcolm. Tried to bury us, but they forgot we stay sprouting. Pedigree is incredibly star studded. That's why u probably find me bathing in tubs that's claw footed. Forget the profit, here to be the next prophet. Writing scriptures in a villa that's Moroccan carpeted. I floss imported ensembles of brocade. From villages hard to pronounce, harder to locate. Only associate with Rebels and comrades, cuz society frightened by my melanin contrast. Still rappers sell their soul for a helluva contract. Roc don't ever compromise but she will settle for combat. Queen ting.

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Sa-Roc - Queen Ting

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They say that “Third times a charm”. Sa-Roc truly embodies Understanding on her third installment of Wisdom Wednesdays. On this introspective joint Sa-Roc changes direction from a lyrical onslaught to a heart felt letter over Sol Messiah’s Soulful production. 

Stay tuned each and every Wednesday for a new offering from Rhymesayers Entertainment's own, Sa-Roc.
 
Lyrics: 
See I get all in my feelings when the beat is playing. And I might just bare it all before I ease this craving, to feed my ego with some EMO introduction bout how lucky I am to be here. Came a long way from the demons baby. And even faith wasn't strong enough to get me this far. Pain and desperation got my murky future crystal. Born into a relationship with ghetto politics all the officials stayed with pocketfuls of rocks and loaded pistols. That's why my motive different from a lot of these typical types. And my persona gained somewhat of a mythical hype. Homie, I'm a urban legend ushering in a verbal Armageddon, got u caught up in a force that's centripetal like. I got a circle full of gypsies and initiates rolling with me that could blink and have you clutching the last inch of your life. So if u scheming on me I can only guess your parting words include a prayer and the prerequisite mention of Christ.  You know my father always said I need a tough skin. So then I practiced putting razor bladed cuts in. Now I'm a firm believer in the Roc without a doubt but back then Pops was the only God that I could ever keep my trust in. And this a journey I don't know if I can recommend. Public opinion got my private life feeling like specimens. Every microscopic topic they can spin into a profit got me second guessing BFFs and next of kin. So my rapport ain't never been much to report. Cuz I be hunting down these big gamers just for sport. And I don't have the patience for a fabricated baller, if you yapping bout it we can always hit the friggin court. For what it's worth, I try and write til every story's told. Then if I go tonight I'll be proud of what I've bestowed. So these are the last words that I'll be transferring from ink and paper til they finally recognize the weight of solid gold. Sa-Roc.

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What It's Worth - Single

Sa-Roc - What It's Worth

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The mystery goddess is finally revealed with a beautiful and colorful fashion spread-like visual, but don’t get it twisted, things are definitely (N)ot (S)afe (F)or (W)eak rappers in this week's edition of Wisdom Wednesdays. NSFW finds Sa-Roc delivering lyrical shrapnel over an energetic Sol Messiah-produced joint featuring cameo appearances by Sway In The Morning hosts Tracy G and Sway Calloway.

Directed By: Sol Messiah
 
Lyrics: 
I'm black magic, 5 foot something, the rap maverick. Y'all want me to dumb it down, well my shit too elaborate. Alphabetic acrobatics on every apparatus. Step onto my train of thought and get lost in my labyrinth. I am not a Barbie I'm a barbarian. Dismember bodies of work vocally then I bury em. Prey for my opponents for they know not what they getting into. It's too many snakes and froggy types in my terrarium. Lyrically I'm Kali Ma, goddess of these arias, nowadays emcees can't walk a mile inside my Adidas, blood. I will cripple every rhyme that u exhale from out your diaphragm then diagram the steps to your retirement. I'm Tigress, I earned every stripe that you admiring. never been a star, I am more inclined to be Orion and I'm liable to ionize your entire environment. And that means everybody charged up when I'm reciting. These 16s like WMDs, i'm public enemy to these Republican bastards, asking for passwords to my ribonucleic acids, asterisk: that means my genetic code for anybody asking. Ass pics not in my repertoire, never taken a shot my integrity Kevlar. I am just here to test your celebrity caliber, my pedigree Elohim and you elementary bruh. I mean, They should've told you that I'm the rapper to beat, I'm the monster inside of the shadows when you asleep, I'm the wolf after cattle and you remind me of sheep, you honestly aint on par with the bars that I might excrete. Cuz I am dark matter, art packaged inside of flesh. These triple carbons got me blacking out on every record. I'm picking apart every verb and pronoun that you eject, cuz these rappers borrowed my whole style and I'm here to collect. You gon pay me, I'm the queen of God hop. Sway told me to bust a a Capella, told em why not? Homie if I get hold of the mic I might just wild out. And I ain't letting a 85er get a fucking vowel out. You can call me Mau Mau, rebel in my DNA. I'm trying to make royalty, they reveling in T & A. I'll be down in Tijuana levitating either way. Just give me a minute for my melanin to incubate. Got damn. I'm deep space, black hole in my cerebell. Flow extraterrestrial, I told em I'd never tell. Gave birth to the 7 wonders, ovaries never failed, got the book of life completely encoded in every cell. Oh, Om mani padme hum, that's the mantra. Spit and get this heat all in your marrow like a cancer. Ciphers full of fresh meat trying to impress me and I'm just waiting with a crew of black Sicilians yelling Mangia! This is not the end of me! I'm gon rule the industry. I'm going after every top ten rapper with intent to eat. With no less than thousand degree quality intensity. You ain't built to last the full magnitude or extent of me. If Thought, Monche, Stacks and Roc, ain't in your top fiiiiive, I'mma chop your reputation til it's lopsided. Leave that joint cold and stiff like its arthritis. lost tribe of the last scribes-I'm Thoth hybrid. This art of rap from out the vault of humanity's finest.

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NSFW - Single

Sa-Roc - NSFW (Not Safe For Weak rappers)

Forever

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"I've met the same man with different faces, many many times... This song is dedicated to him. The one that would leave me fucked up and crying if I gave him half a chance... And we don't give him chances no more."  --Nikki Jean

Song Credits –
Written by Nikki Jean and Lupe Fiasco
Produced by Jake One
Horns by Nico Segal & J.P. Floyd

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Mr Clean - Single

Nikki Jean - Mr Clean (feat. Lupe Fiasco)

The musical journey of Sincerely Collins has always been rooted in the art of pure hip-hop and soul music. When it came to musical taste and knowledge, Collins was most influenced by his Grandparents and their oldies classics, that is until his uncle introduced him to the art of rap and the culture of hip hop at the age of 13 years old. Although "Sincerely II" is Collins 4th rap project, any loyal listener knows that the creativity put into his craft, as well as his fearless fusion of many musical textures, can hardly be filtered into a category of any kind. However, in this offering from Collins and his imprint, Better Different Visionary Group, it is immediately understood and made clear that hip-hop and rap is absolutely, without a doubt, the lane that Collins decided to drive in and STAY in for the entirety of the 7 song album. Sincerely Collins longtime friend and fellow Arizona heavyweight Bootleg Kev is featured on the tracks "Martin Talks Intro", "Bronx Tail" and "Holy Moly, Holy Grail", lending his voice as host and hype-man for the project. The presence that Bootleg Kev and his shameless & boastful commentary offer over the hard hitting, information packed raps that Collins slews offer a seemingly impossible balancing act of juxtaposition against the soul sampling sound beds provided entirely by Collins long time co-producer, Qux, as well as the visual interpretation depicted in the elegant and metaphorical album artwork. Sincerely II, as some could have guessed, is a sequel to the very first project introduced under the "Sincerely" stage name, which was also the beginning of the working relationship between Collins and Kev. Collins has mentioned that his sole purpose for the content on Sincerely II is to quite literally dismiss any questions as to whether or not he is a lyricist who's craft solidifies him as the top runner "Bar for Bar" in his hometown of Phoenix, as well as poke at the now standing heavyweights for a chance at the crown.


Prod. Qux

RAMEN ON THE STOOP FREESTYLE

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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

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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

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

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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.

Sa-Roc - r(E)volution

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