Power

[Intro:] Sa-Roc, Sa-Roc The astronomical MC..with DJ EFN on the track [Verse 1:] 6 Degrees away from the place of your favourite rapper After goats like trooper Caba Be storming, then leave cadavers on wax And asked you who else got next Am at the next, these like these vampires in Brooklyn I don’t thirst for blood but I’ll roast you with my spit Caught 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 and am leaving your pack Finest design, black on black on exterior Better let there be lining Bought for bom, a law, better stock a law for Mya My barber told me to be truthful, that’s why I swear when i’m rhyming Your skip said this dark matter, get too close and I’ll burst you down like molecules with collapse 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 am heated Am Easter star, 120 degrees up under my sleeve If you breathe, am gonna leave you sliced and cut bleeding all on the seaming, partner [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 lense 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 wanton 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 [Chorus]