The OFFICIAL "Flow Like Roc Marciano" Thread.

[USSInsiders]

Butter...toast
Toast mimosas, sip coke on a broken coast
Slap my mans palm wit' the tiger balm
Ecstatic...clap the matic... I rat-a-tat-tat-it
Tatted on my arm....sacred sign on a draping vine
Your bytch yours... but my mouthpiece make her mine
Make a Vine...record witta cordless phone....
Crack your gourds and dome... scrape a scone wit' the stainless chrome
Roc marci....sold rocks in marcy.... complex carbs...potatoes starchy

 

[Only On Camera]

swing the cheap civil up a steep hill
shoot
i left my chicken noodle soup
in the chicken coup
grey heater on my left
i knew what i had to do
lightly tap on the door
'comment allez-vous'
make myself comfortable
but not before i grab the dope
blaze the place up
reddish hue
subdue

 

[RenAi!]

My queen a masterpiece...
Ya slut got a Pringles mustache and sound like Master Chief
Pass off ki's like 'pass the peas'
Go to Medellin, Papi, ask for me
Shoot to kill, I squeeze casket rounds
Marc a Great Dane, you nikkas basset hounds
Punch ya snout crooked with rolled newspapers
Then start a burglary caper in a mercury saber
...Rhymes spaced out like Spock quotes
Iced bits~My shyt fly like pterodactyls.
Lactose intelorant but I still squeeze milk outta ho's
Watch it drip down they thighs, then kill the p*ssy nine times.

Wah.

 

[USSInsiders]

Steak dinner...
Break bread while the cake simmers
Glazed dinner, chicken... stricken wit' a sickened stare...
Slim pickens...rare...supply the demand
My mans hands the grands underhand...
Grand canyon...yoga under the spanning Banyan...
Outstanding stance... stab the stamp wit' an iron lance
The iron roar... it pierce Pierce, scream like a lion's roar
Great pain... bullet travel like the K-Train...
In the club, pop aces... up the sleeve like a pocket pair...
Hearts...diamonds...red rockets glare

 

[duckbutta]

lol at where this thread went
watch half this shyt end up on dude next mixtape

i love roc to death...one of my favorite mc's...but dude cadence is dead ass the same in every song he has ever done...like...if you play 4 roc songs at the same time...around the 45 second mark they all just fall into one single sound

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

Hoodlums with doctrines
Defense strong like Cochran..
Bring tips to ya muscle grind
On point when I'm out for mine..
I rock lazy eye trifling rhymes
Stalking dimes, put a stiff one to their ribs
I'm out for me those ain't my kids
On the corner no dice when I roll out its for life
Cock the musket.. make a chicken drop the nugget
Knock ya nott with a sling shot from the glock
Places get scattered like life mattered
Stoned and trippy
I get lost in the projects packing heat tipsy
Spit shyt when no one there..
Stop the silence unless I screw one on in the name
Of violence....word up

Word up

 

[Madvillain]

already classic
and I'm a Roc Marciano stan

 

[TezMilli]

at ya'll writin this nikka's next album. Roc prolly at the crib right now like:

 

[duckbutta]

at ya'll writin this nikka's next album. Roc prolly at the crib right now like:

Man I'd bet all my coli cash that some of this stuff ends up on his next mixtape...soon as it drops i'm coming back to this thread like

 

[Steezy]

Butter...toast
Toast mimosas, sip coke on a broken coast
Slap my mans palm wit' the tiger balm
Ecstatic...clap the matic... I rat-a-tat-tat-it
Tatted on my arm....sacred sign on a draping vine
Your bytch yours... but my mouthpiece make her mine
Make a Vine...record witta cordless phone....
Crack your gourds and dome... scrape a scone wit' the stainless chrome
Roc marci....sold rocks in marcy.... complex carbs...potatoes starchy

 

[USSInsiders]

Linguini pasta....
Top rasta from a posh impostor...
Grip the nickelplate... fist the chick witta fickle face
Brisk the pace... black lace match the lips and face...
Sippin' ace... she lick the grape like a pushpop...
Kush... guap... my mans get chips wit' out da guac
Tattered Giuseppes... her kicks messy...
Gamble a grand... win in penalty time... kicks, Messi
Saturnine dream...my queen lust for me while she preens supreme
Sanguine...avocados, salsa... salt...sardines
She take punch to the dome...dean of mean...Keith Jardine

 

[tirademode]

Eating Salmon Benedict , speaking random rhetoric .
Imperative .
Wipe the hollandaise with a serveiette.
Murder debts.
Discussions with a nervous vet .
Was gunna take your girl for a ride, took her purse instead .
Sparkling water , got on the cell , made a startling order.
Three escorts in a Porsche , from the Belarus border.
Incredible. Draped in shawls made from vulcana wool .
Dessert . Tiramisu and banana sauce .

 

[USSInsiders]

Eating Salmon Benedict , speaking random rhetoric .
Imperative .
Wipe the hollandaise with a serveiette.
Murder debts.
Discussions with a nervous vet .
Was gunna take your girl for a ride, took her purse instead .
Sparkling water , got on the cell , made a startling order.
Three escorts in a Porsche , from the Belarus border.
Incredible. Draped in shawls made from vulcana wool .
Dessert . Tiramisu and banana sauce .

 

[tirademode]

I was reaching there .
Seems appropriate though .

 

[USSInsiders]

I was reaching there .
Seems appropriate though .

That shyt killed me when I first read it

Edit: Still fukking laughing at the thought of someone converting a solid banana into a sauce of some form