Trans.n.dance

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sa-Roc] I remember seeing Dark hallways punctuated by the light An Angel on my left side The devil on my right Whispering in my eardrums Asking what I like, tryna' get me on their team But guess I'm too polite Told'em, I used to wish I could be better than I am That I didn't feel the pain, just the pleasure on demand Try to exorcise the demons, [?] Then I grab the microphone So I can make ya'll understand this is Deeper than you know like valleys and canyons Surrounded by the yes-men, shallow companions Hold on I can't breathe, my words getting choked on Imma need a [?], like DNA Codons This way more than big beef and show tunes Kingpins, Kilos, and Record Label Tycoons Give me Dookie chains [?] and a mic room Then pull up my name and press download on iTunes [Chrous: Aleon Craft & Sa-Roc] I'm flyin' over, this world you know of It's hard to know love when you don't wanna see So we fly like [?], let the music feed you And then you can see through every little part of me [Verse 2: staHHr] I had to Hit the rock bottom like stalagmites To re-emerge from the ashes as a beacon fuel light A constant battle between higher and lower The quickenin', gotta pump my breaks, smooth flow-er Sick of the same lessons, time to master move over I am present in the moment, attentive, and listening Gold and glistening, shift, repositionin' Missing the message, tryna hold onto the messenger Not letting the bit of the unknown get the best of her Destined to remove laws and put'em into a sepulcher Authentic, not a replica, Adapted with a Khepera Transformation, placing only the weight of a feather in your breastplate Take that home [?] Move your king out of checkmate, redirect fate Keeper of the Gate, she the one plus eight New demeanor like a Nina, cock aim shoot straight [Chrous: Aleon Craft & Sa-Roc] I'm flyin' over, this world you know of It's hard to know love when you don't wanna see So we fly like [?], let the music feed you And then you can see through every little part of me [Verse 3: Sa-Roc] It's hard to navigate a rugged path with sneaks on Trying to find the perfect verse that you can ride the beat on People in ya ear saying they really dig you But never knew your name before they sing you at a venue They used to call me Tinder-hearted Ain't that much've changed But the skin thick enough [?] and got strange Believe it when I say it's the music, not the fame But the DJs' ain't gonna play unless you got a bigger name M-My name is Sa-Roc, pleased to meet you Now you know me I only tell them once that I'm the mother, not the homie Before they try to discount what I bringin' the table Suggest they do the homework, read the stories, or the fable I'm creator, and they can put that right hand on my ovaries Anything they doin' now I told'em it's supposed to be Last coming stright from out the bottom of the ventrical If ain't bumpin' Sa-Roc then your playlist not nonsensicle [Chrous: Aleon Craft & Sa-Roc] I'm flyin' over, this world you know of It's hard to know love when you don't wanna see So we fly like [?], let the music feed you And then you can see through every little part of me