Power - DJ EFN, Masta Ace, SA-ROC

Sa-Roc, Sa-Roc

The astronomical MC.

with DJ EFN on the track

6 Degrees away from the place of your favorite rapper

After goats like trooper Caba

Be storming, then leave cadavers on wax

And asked you who else got next

I’m at the next, like these vampires in Brooklyn

I don’t thirst for blood but I’ll roast you with my spit

Call that camp fire in the woodlands

I’m half goddess, half with them

I am the finest than all these new rap artists, my children

I don’t need signing I am leaving your path

Finest design, black on black on exterior

Better let there be lining

Bar for bar better stock a law for Mya

My baba told me to be truthful, that’s why I swear when I’m rhyming

Yall scared to stare at this dark matter, get too close and I’ll burst you down

like molecules with collapsed atoms

Who the queen of this rap shit?

Do the math over trap, being still pass heat through those speakers

You all waiting around for that mass hit, my crash shaping these leaguers

Got me go on my ginetta, all this giving you the best that they got gonna leave

me anemic

PD crack on the track, go ring the alarms when I’m heated

Am Eastern star, 120 degrees up under my sleeve

If you breathe, I’m gonna leave you sliced and cut bleeding all on the seaming,

partner

Power is definitely in the eyes of the beholder

Cause vanity embraces chaos as the pride becomes bolder

And day by day as usually, as slowly by the hour

The beholder begins to lose his humanity and indefinitely his power, power

My flow is incredible, twenty levels ahead of you

Fans will continue to choose me instead of you

That’s what they better do, cause I’m on a pedestal

You Kevin Hart, higher than Mike nigga?

Am 7, 2, am looking down on you

Cracking up when am clowning you

Cause you think you fly

And that’s the reason am grounding you

I’m gonna clip your wings as soon as I get around of you

In over your head, and that’s the reason am drowning you

You’re a small fish in a giant pond, I’m a quiet storm

Sneak in, trying to acquire you like Viacom

Listen big boot to fill nigga, go try it on

It’s a big fighting, and I just might bring the ride on

Tear gas canisters, holding onto the banisters

Your regime falls, that’s where we called for the janitors

To clean up the remains, the body parts and the brains

Ex-pills in the hoopers, diamonds rings in the chains

Let’s go, let’s go

Even the warden can’t count my boss

My mom is dead so I invite my aunt

I read the ville like the ville read me

Since my afro too toxic, intense me

Voice activated, auto focus, dirty lens

I run a escort service out of a wide body Benz

I’m a soldier, the coacher, the coacher cold rush

I’m awake when I dream that’s me on the poster

The three train passage where we made magic

Low head to toe, sneakers matching

County of kings, OGs, old school

Let me show you how I do when there is no food

Blade runner, sky divers, gravity, night rider

The energy in me powers the lights in China

For the wonton soup, got some ganja too

Can king bling with the 9, 5 crews

If you showed all my money we could work it out

But don’t ever fucking lie to the Thirstin Howl