Black Magic - SA-ROC

When the lightening strikes and the thunder crashes, I’ll be somewhere laughing

Y’all too busy Tomin' while I rained all on your cabin

Unchained you from the mainline and detained your puppet masters

Ask me «Why the flow so dope?», that’s just the angels flexin'

Showin' off they blackstar in the land of anglosaxons

Imma name all of my lamest tracks and still be flamest rapping

Fahrenheit 451 blaze laces through your classics

I’m Ellison and Baldwin

You Zane minus the passion

So, who you think the people gone believe when it all come crashing

'Cause money don’t mean nada when your product go last season

And the US Treasurer gets trust and bound and charged with treason

If you don’t know how to turn that goddamn metal into AU

You’ll be waiting in line asking the government to pay you

They’ll privatize and slave you

I was one time and saved you

Now step into my mental wonderland

Man, what say you?

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash

I’m ten-zillion light-years away from any MC breathing

If heaven had a name, then it’d be Sa-Roc, Hand of Shiva

I’ll Buddha, Krishna, Shango, Allah, Christ you into believing

Heist your father with a haiku then invite you into our religion

See, I’m the type to fight the fame but still be in love with the game though

And you the type to love to hate me

You relish in the painful

See, all the greatest prophets had detractors at they table

They ain’t the first ones making plates from all the fruits of all my labor

Rebuke thee smiling faces

I’ll take real evil over kind fakeness

Watch me rap a straight line to the pious from the fakers

You Pilate trying to crucify Messiahs for they greatness

I’m Tony the Tiger, homie

Ain’t no denyin' my nature

It’s proven

A man with no cause will fall from his flaws

So all them charlatans you follow bought to drown in they ponds

You can either follow the leader or two step on they bones

Call me Duku I’ll neutralize your group attack of the clones

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash

I’m the twenty-fifth Century solar complimentary

Holy my controller of the royal parliamentary

Dopest to the nth degree

Who competing mentally?

Me and rap like Ruby D and Ossie bond and meant to be

Now pass me the baton

Imma take it to the winners circle

Draped in garments like Alice’s magnum opus, Tinted Purple

That’s that Empress Menen shit

Fine silks and linen fits

FOI and Chakas on the goon squad

Who finna flinch?

You don’t wanna samba with the lyrical Dalai Lama

Spit a piece and slapped a piece from out your chest and leave you stronger

than when I met you

Use The Force like Jedi weapons

Balance dark and light

Who Roc?

Glow the brightest, shiny beacon in the darkest light

That be mine

Cause humble never ever paid my bills

And hunger made me a predator never pray before my meals

I’m NIck Furious.

I’ll quickly turn you agents into S.H.I.E.L.D

Block your hateful talk and save your final statements for the real, sucka

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash

This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans

I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands

You want to test the God?

Nah, don’t make me act rash

Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash