Who's Next by Saga featuring Tone Kelly

SAGA
I got this photographic memory.
Never forget my enemies.
Never forget a face so I'll Erase your whole identity.

Applying pressure gages can't measure the method
to the madness fuck your status. None of y'all are really tested.

You ain't a man of steel behind a steering wheel
against a man with steel who wanna steal
your soul. Your life and what he feels.

The Devil's really resides in your minds.
It's a spiritual warfare.
You're already near your demise.

We, under new management, got the city panicking.
It's a banishment. You Jimmy Hoffa how you vanishing!

I smoke your demons like I'm burning some sage
in a house of horror. The dead ain't even safe from my rage.

I should let him rest in peace, but they wouldn't let me live
or be a piece of shit. And not releasing from my grips,

I could take the high road, keep my head above the rest.
I take the high ground, unloading ask who's next.


Tone Kelly

I got it down to a chemistry mathematical casualties.
This type of equation was no statistical anomaly

that's way above your head. You're short don't even chat and reach
you never see how the eye my nigga, I study with ivy leagues,

huh? I'm a tyrant. I'm a beast. I get it done by any means
I rise enough from underneath and took everything under siege.

There's no holding me a four MCs. That origami, horrific seed of the aura got me
five dice, man, I'm rolling Yahtzee. They've been hoping it's not me

ready or not. I'm here. Like it or not. I'm hot, boiling the pot.
Just watch ink for the top. Please stop shit. Put them in a figure four leg lock.

You didn't want no peace. You didn't let us rest.
We pushing through them doors. Now you crying. That is a mess.

You a special type of nigga. I guess you fell and bumped your head. There ain't no competition. Ain't No one asking who's next.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• beat tape
• boom-bap
• conscious hip hop
• rap
• underground hip-hop
• Brooklyn