The Merkaba - SA-ROC

Ain’t nothing better than magicians on the microphone

Make you wanna' run and join the circus, leave your wife at home

Pardon if I sound a little cryptic, I’m an anglophone

Maybe you would understand me better on my cyber phone

Moniker is Sa-Roc, call me superhero griot

You can find me posted up inside Moroccan riads

Underneath the weeping willows reading books by Diop

Increase the brain activity 'cuz ain’t nothing for free, akh

They' asking for a fee, akh, souls exchanged for Fiats

Taking oaths on bibles while shitting on the sharia

How you see that

Leaders greasing palms with dirty bombs

While the people waiting patiently singing them nation songs

Toss and turn at midnight, sometimes kick the covers off me

My conscience roaring loud but my heart is still beating softly

You speak too much about it, even friends be getting saucy

'Cuz the radio done whet their appetites for plastic barbies

I am sorry, that isn’t my agenda by far

If you cut me the incision will be leaving a scar

I am flesh, light and spirit with the heart of a star

No relation to Badu but yes I am merkabah

And I’m spinning, yeah, yeah im spinning

Excuse me if I bend your mind backwards like a gymnast

Dominique Dawes on the bars, you remember

Speeding through the tunnel on warp speed

Thought seeds germinate inside your mind’s

Fertile garden splendor

I used to wonder how the wolf got on the sheep’s attire

But now I know it’s easy to succumb to pretty liars

Smile smart, dress it up, take a fancy picture

You know that they ain’t fessing up

They fastened up their zippers

Then they threw away the key

So you can’t see that they’re the tricksters

And I see the spider say they is but no they isn’t

Pretty prison, keep you in the trappings

Scientists creating clones, holmes, gene mapping

Happy, nappy, run and tell your pappy

Sign it, seal it, deliver it in the bubble wrappings

This the real supersonic black power movement

You staring at the fence but which side are you really choosing

Better do it 'fore they do it and it ain’t nothing nice

Ain’t nothing worser than a fella' who don’t put up a fight

Scabby knees 'cuz they taught you how to pray and believe

But they never showed you the rabbit that they had up their sleeve

Get it, the magic men setting up a tragic end

Flash illusions for the gods, turn kings into savages

There you have it, here it is, plain sight in 20/20

Supreme team is back for all my people who fronted

That’s what it is