The Rebirth Sa-Roc (Ft. MF DOOM)

[Verse 1: Sa-Roc]
If I could be candid, sometimes I'm insecure, my bad
There's more on my agenda than securing my bag
Y'all say y'all love the real, but watch pretend in high-res
Different rappers, same regurgitated interests, I gag
I'm the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia
Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hop's savior
Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape
And I'm not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior
From the cradle of the civilized to a gravе situation
Where a flag more privilеged than the enslaved of its nation
I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations
With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations
I'm a far cry from my homestead, I'm a Starseed
Caught a love bug for these prayers like I'm Starski
Now I'm with a crew of rhyme slayers making bars bleed
Rivals trying to catch up, but they can't match my brain or car speed
Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid
Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded
That's from years of light work that made this medium cathartic
Ride these BPM's like choppers 'til my grief became melodic
Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits
So y'all can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite
Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful and unbothered
With all my doubts and fears six feet deep and sleeping under sawdust