Code of Hammurabi - SA-ROC

Look at what you made me

Product of your pressure made a diamond out of black heat

A rhymer outta a writer and fighter outta pacifist

How dare you tryna match this, miraculous kind of practice

Stand alone or ride with it my genius

What you said you running with, I don’t think you’re ready for this

Level of incredible, I’m leading league of extraordinary gentlemen

You Dorian Gray tryna hold on to your innocence

Once you thought you made it out, I’m pulling you back in

You started a war now you

I’m napalm on your faction

With some B-Boys doing back-spins and DJs on the waxes

I’m D. Wade at a Heat game with a free aim at the basket

It’s just that simple for me, you let your head get blown up cuz you’re gassed

up by your simple homies

Time to face your sentence, homie

Just to tell your pride into repentance, homie

Welcome to the fallout

Stand upon something, and the days about to fall out

Clutching insanity like a man with his final straw out

Must be your vanity that made me HAM and go this far out

I’m giving out lessons like your least favorite teacher

East raised where my street gang will be insane to be leader

You learned that the hard way, I grew up in hallways

Where piss and cooking rocks was like the

But that’s all behind me now

Rappers fall behind me now

Line you up like a temple tape

The temple stake me out my mind

Six years on the bench and I’ve been growing, and it’s about that time

How do you think I’m finna act, I’m going Shiva on your grind

When your album come out

Yes, I’m gonna shit on every line

Please excuse my language, my anger has got me spitting flames

Blowing up on records like you struck a match and lit propane

I present you Sa-Roc, I suggest you don’t forget that name