Sa-Roc - The Who? lyrics

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David Banner:

On January 17, 1961

I was beaten, then tortured, then murdered by guns.

Who am I?

The firing squad, the CIA, the MI6, the Belgians were in on it.

Who am I?

Mobutu, too, tried to kill the cause by killing me.

Silly he, because the flesh dies only to set the soul free

and it landed in this MC.

Manifest Destiny, but only for the Afrikans.

Who am I?

The salt of the Earth, the father of man.

They gave a cross then they took the land.

Who am I?

As long as the Belgians continued to mine

Then I guess the DRC is fine

No, it’s not!

Who am I?

No, it’s not!

Who am I?

Copper and zinc, tin and coal

And don’t forget diamonds and gold.

Who am I?

Who am I?

I was dipped in acid all for greed

and I just wanted them to leave.

Who am I?

The United Nations turned they backs

while the Europeans cleansed the blacks.

Who am I?

The Soviet Union wanted to assist but the USA just labelled me a Communist.

Who am I?

Pan-Afrikan, pro-people, prolific, against evil.

Whether it comes through war or peace,

please, remember my name;

It’s Patrice

Who am I?

Whether it comes through war or peace,

please remember my name; it’s Patrice...

(Lumumba)

Who am I?

Sa-Roc:

I’m the words you’re afraid to speak.

The face you’re too vain to see.

Who am I?

I am Scarlet, call me Crimson Red, the blood of a million slaves in every verse that I pen.

Who am I?

I'm dark matter in a world of lightweights.

The future you can’t fathom; your inescapable fate.

Who am I?

I am freedom through a musical note.

I am you inside of the mirror,

the reflection of hope.

Tell me what you working with.

I'm ready to assault this track before I murder it.

Cause I use words to purge my aggression.

I suggest you avoid becoming a victim of my murmurings.

I get my big words from my "Murma'nem".

She taught me how to read and every since I've had yearn for them.

And that's how this shy girl can talk shit and stay clean.

Excuse my foul mouth, I slip up and say things

in rap life that real life can’t seem to handle,

like how I’m a better rapper than you and all your family.

And I'll verbally slap you all around a few rounds

until you king me the greatest of this space-time continuum.

See great writers made me.

Not Jay-Z, but Langston.

I'm still trying to digest "A Dream Deferred".

And every time I put my pen down to paper

I imagine saving babies from a bitter life in a heinous world.

Who am I?

I’m the words you’re afraid to speak,

The face you’re too vain to see.

Who am I?

I am Scarlet, call me Crimson Red, the blood of a million slaves in every verse that I pen.

Who am I?

I'm dark matter in a world of lightweights.

The future you can’t fathom; your inescapable fate.

Who am I?

I am freedom through a musical note.

I am you inside of the mirror,

the reflection of hope.

But they don't wanna hear the pain, just the glory.

And they don’t wanna take the blame, just change the gist of the story.

And they'll take me as a trophy, but, not as a MVP.

Cause they don’t want to admit it, but they envy me.

I'll tell you why: because these hips and thighs

created life in 7 days

and I can take it all away with just 1 verse spit in seven ways.

And the control you think you hold over me?

Guess what? It's obsolete.

I copped the beat and laid heat like burnt edges.

Play me, you’ll pay me. My sixteen’s like vendettas.

This is rap dope, but truth told, I been better.

Just a prelude to delude your Poetic Justice.

No box braids. I cock, aim, and blow brains with all my substance.

I don’t need witticisms to make a hitter.

And I don’t need sports references to make my lyrics any clearer.

F Jordan, I'm rolling with Zora,

Cause my eyes been watching GOD since I first looked in the mirror.

And dare I say it,

that I'm a conscious entertainer?

My confidence in my craft makes me comfortable with the label, but

I defy all conventions.

My unorthodox behavior makes me garner your attention like a peep show.

The exposure keeps you riveted in place.

You're conflicted: I’m the illest but you can't let em know you think so.

Acceptance is the last stage, agreed,

So I keep the peace.

I let you have your moment

'fore I make you take a knee

and savor each and every piece that I secrete from me

Contrary to pop opinion, we ain’t created equally

See that, my friend, will require me to be human

I’m an alien, an outcast, a pillar in the land of ruin (3x)

Who am I?

I’m the words you’re afraid to speak.

The face you’re too vain to see.

Who am I?

I am Scarlet, call me Crimson Red, the blood of a million slaves in every verse that I pen.

Who am I?

I'm dark matter in a world of lightweights.

The future you can’t fathom; your inescapable fate.

Who am I?

I am freedom through a musical note

I am you inside of the mirror,

the reflection of hope.

Thanks to Ty for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Ty for correcting these lyrics