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Shake That Amethyst ft. Lizzy Jeff & MoonFlower

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Sa-Roc - The Who? (feat. David Banner)

Watch “Queen Ting” NOW!: http://bit.ly/QueenTing

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

Watch “WWII (Word War II)” NOW!: http://bit.ly/SAROCWWII

Sa-Roc returns with WWII (Word War II), the second installment of her Wisdom Wednesdays series. Continuing the lyrical onslaught of last week’s Queen Ting, Sa-Roc murderously rips through this two minute Sol Messiah produced banger.
 
Lyrics: 
I could be the last of the classical acts in modern times. I'm the Nina Simone of rappers; got a bag of black magic stashed in a rather elaborate package taped to the spine. The upper echelons of humankind, you and I ain't in the same vicinity, so you'll never be suited for my secluded climb. This Guggenheim shit and y'all arts and crafts. Most of your peers won't come close to {the wiz}, and truth be told none of these lying cats ever had the {heart}to last. So much building got em calling me the architect. And so you'll never catch me rhyming bout my ass but my past three albums was bout astral travel but I never saw a magazine or blogger feature or market that. And the awkward fact is that I still spit spheres round your top five picks so if you calling that shit fly then I go Mach Five, seen? imma dot I's, cross t's, the call's easy. But nowadays they need a hand deciphering writing this complex so i call my first verse to every song my prosthesis. And when the introduction's over I proceed to shake up their confidence in every mc they sponsored like grand mal seizures. I'm all season. I don't give a gotdamn about a pop fan putting me inside their top ten, I do not plan to drop, bend, twerk, spread, I am here to offend your senses with some senseless sentences down in Austin at the south by showcase with a straight face at a turnt venue. And when I'm done i throw a deuce up in the atmosphere. Come in peace or you might get your Adam's apple speared. With all these sharp witted lines and verses I'm a threat to any opponents I find roaming through dem atlases. And they wonder why I can be so cavalier about it, I run with a team of champions let's be clear about it, Trust me, I can bullshit my first 12 bars then leave the final four with a winning shot that surprises everybody. Cuz im a lyrical beast in the street dem. Gods illest gladiator with a muheffing ink pen. I got Almoravids moonlighting as my henchmen, the dopest rhyme slayers from out the deep end. 
Sa-Roc

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WWII (Word War II) - Single

Sa-Roc - WWII (Word War II)

Watch “NSFW (Not Safe For Weak rappers)” NOW!: http://bit.ly/NSFW_YT

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)

Plan for Paradise by Soul Science Lab
Executive Produced by Asante Amin and Chen Lo
Mixed and mastered by AD for Grade A Studios, BK Ny

Innovative. Afro. Futuristic. Griots

In the Water

Sa-roc Kendrick Lamar – HiiiPower

Simple Paradox | Part Two 2

The story continues... of how she heals, how she feels, how she roots herself in her own divinity after not knowing where to turn as she healed. Stuck in between two worlds, she looks for an escape but only finds herself... over and over again. 

Look again... you.

I trust you'll injoy my transmissions.

|| Thank you frequency family, for listening and supporting my unique path, my unique frequency.

Your Soul Sista,

Nyah

Simple Paradox | Part Two

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Goddess Gang" is the ultimate squad anthem of 2018. The song barrels through staid interpretations of femininity and turns respectability politics on its head with a spitfire lyrical cadence and 808 heavy track reminiscent of the dopest HBCU marching band.
Throughout the Sol Messiah-produced banger, Sa-Roc rejects conventional expectations of female rappers so prevalent within the industry, demanding to be judged not on her appearance, but lyrical skill alone. “Beauty irrelevant, this is not pageants. I’m a rap dragon. Every time I open my trap its fire and your outlook ending up tragic.

Sa-Roc - Goddess Gang

sumn slight & a lil sexi okrrr. issa vibe i guess?? enjoy c;

prod. by yusei
written/engineered/mixed/mastered by schmenna

Sa-roc Kendrick Lamar – HiiiPower

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