Roc Marciano - The General's Heart (Instrumental) "Original" Roc Marciano - MT. MARCI Bonus Track Produced: Nicholas Craven The General's Heart (Instrumental) Guitar Played by Todd Mushaw Subscribe for more Tracks ;)
My vocals were Pre-recorded Predated and Preserved Presumed I'd precede Previously Prehistoric The clip Cinemax before Premier Here's the Preview The sequence is like a prefix To the prequel Personalities collide Your Arms extended for the needle Hit it and lay still with grace Blow Split the traits Like Juelz and Wayne on I Can't feel my face Gun butt til the steel a break Your lip Bubba Blue This is Baltimore city Mixed with Fayettenam's southern hue Every word is true Get your chicken stuffed I'm breaded Her head is headed To my zipper for cheese Like a cordon bleu Even if you mighty morphing Metal meets your melon Let it marinate Head'll be swelling Look like you living in Zordon's tube I'm with your whatchamacallit With a thingamabob They both doohickeys I'm a king like Los in Los Angeles From B More where they move quickly The flow under Roc Guns is cocked For your payroll Like J Cole This my tale of 2 cities There's nothing really you can do with me I'll never be pressed Like Cali crips wearing blue dickies I'm black Jesus sea walking Bitches can't keep off him Insomnia has me restless I have repeating dreams of plea bargains I can't sleep often Still can't believe that I ain't dead yet Carefully calculating my next step But last night I was dead sleep Getting bed rest In my car with my head pressed on the headrest
My vocals, were pre, pre-recorded, We recorded record breaking beats beat you for it, Beats euphoric, Wreak of fire in the hole what I hold fire your whole team and tour, Tea Mentor, no what I meant was AZ and Zordon, My power ranges from weak to lighting an entire state for weeks, just stating my state they snore on, My bore on Boris, my four four is gorgeous, we’re human she gorge on us good thing I hold her right, right by my forearm, For armies of course, I repeat often that’s the on and off track of life homie don’t be a moron, The repeat is what sets us off, ten times over that’s the anonymous cloth of life homie the veil is core bond, The suit? Bond villain, The boots? Wading and waiting on cods chillin’ no matter the cost, what it cost? Civilian, What my watch see, my two watch, to watch for children, the most appropriate drive, that’s the double my guy, the most inappropriate drivers behind the wind-shielding, Not comical, not dot com and shit, real life they taking you down to hell, ina 2025 new Tesla ride, My noot noot, minute, tucked in the boot I’m right on the driver side, Turn right, that’s light, they heard the music and saw the dance never found me I killed the writer’s rights
This💯♥🌬#MEAN #VINTAGE #Amazing! Zoning ayo Roc Appreciate ya King! Word💯 This Beat truly expresses a General Heart this touch me cuh......FIRE! $$$$$$$$$$ YEAH goshomighty!
Barley ate I been weak all week No money holes in my sheets Drinkin water from the sink can’t swim but I need my pockets deep Like the ocean posted on the corner wit them old niggas standing wit Coronas Probably using needles not to cure corona I like wockhardt in my soda t shirt polo every photo That’s a no go leave you Rojo Leave you no mo Wrote this with pink nails Cesar salad with Kale Rebel then prevail Watching jaws taking spas Favorite rapper nas I know people if you play clap you like an applause Rollin og in Raw’s Dropped out of school couldn’t participate Kicked out getting higher than the golden gate Bridge jamming wiz with different kids by the crib
My vocals were Pre-recorded Predated and Preserved Presumed I'd precede Previously Prehistoric The clip Cinemax before Premier Here's the Preview The sequence is like a prefix To the prequel Personalities collide Your Arms extended for the needle Hit it and lay still with grace Blow Split the traits Like Juelz and Wayne on I Can't feel my face Gun butt til the steel a break Your lip Bubba Blue This is Baltimore city Mixed with Fayettenam's southern hue Every word is true Get your chicken stuffed I'm breaded Her head is headed To my zipper for cheese Like a cordon bleu Even if you mighty morphing Metal meets your melon Let it marinate Head'll be swelling Look like you living in Zordon's tube I'm with your whatchamacallit With a thingamabob They both doohickeys I'm a king like Los in Los Angeles From B More where they move quickly The flow under Roc Guns is cocked For your payroll Like J Cole This my tale of 2 cities There's nothing really you can do with me I'll never be pressed Like Cali crips wearing blue dickies I'm black Jesus sea walking Bitches can't keep off him Insomnia has me restless I have repeating dreams of plea bargains I can't sleep often Still can't believe that I ain't dead yet Carefully calculating my next step But last night I was dead sleep Getting bed rest In my car with my head pressed on the headrest
I don't care if it's gaudy rap, party rap or part trap Put your heart in that, give it cardiac, cause a heart attack I know you, it ain't like you to slack Sometimes you need a slap, smack, back to Earth Reclaim the purpose, stop trading it for the worthless Smelt bars, the wordsmith Idols get burnt quick, what do you worship? And is it worth it?
