Sa-Roc - Code of Hammurabi lyrics

rate me

Look at what you made me -

Product of your pressure,

Made a diamond out of black heat

A rhymer out a writer

And a fighter out of past fits.

I think you’re trying to match this

Miraculous kinda practice

Stand alone, no rival to my genus solo act it's...

What you say you want it,

But I don’t think you’re ready for this

Level of incredible,

I’m leading league of extraordinary gentlemen

You’re Dorian Gray, trying to hold on to your innocence

What, you thought you made it out?

I’m putting you back in.

You started a war, nag

You’re A rolling the action

I'm naypalming yo faction,

With some B boys doing back spins,

And DJs on the waxes

I’m D-Wayde in the heat game with a free aim at the baskets.

Just that simple for me,

You let your head get blown up,

Cause you gassed up by yourself, lil homies.

Time to face your sentence, homie !

Just when takes us here to tell your pride to repentance, homie!

(Homie, homie, homie!)

Welcome to the fallout!

Stand upon something, and the days about to fallout

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 raise and my retreat game, but what he says to believe in

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

Where pissing, cooking rocks, was the like reason for hood apartments.

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 inch on the benches,

and I’ve been growing, and it’s about that time

How do you think I’m fin to act?

I’mma go shit off on your grind

When your album come out, right

Yes, I’mma gonna shit on every line.

Pleased excuse my language,

My anger has got my 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! (name, name)

Thanks to Ty for correcting these lyrics