Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Magic, artist - SA-ROC. Date of issue: 14.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AVX, Sol Messiah
Song language: English
Black Magic |
| 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 |