| Ain’t nothing better than magicians on the microphone
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| Make you wanna' run and join the circus, leave your wife at home
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| Pardon if I sound a little cryptic, I’m an anglophone
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| Maybe you would understand me better on my cyber phone
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| Moniker is Sa-Roc, call me superhero griot
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| You can find me posted up inside Moroccan riads
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| Underneath the weeping willows reading books by Diop
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| Increase the brain activity 'cuz ain’t nothing for free, akh
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| They' asking for a fee, akh, souls exchanged for Fiats
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| Taking oaths on bibles while shitting on the sharia
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| How you see that
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| Leaders greasing palms with dirty bombs
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| While the people waiting patiently singing them nation songs
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| Toss and turn at midnight, sometimes kick the covers off me
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| My conscience roaring loud but my heart is still beating softly
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| You speak too much about it, even friends be getting saucy
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| 'Cuz the radio done whet their appetites for plastic barbies
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| I am sorry, that isn’t my agenda by far
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| If you cut me the incision will be leaving a scar
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| I am flesh, light and spirit with the heart of a star
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| No relation to Badu but yes I am merkabah
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| And I’m spinning, yeah, yeah im spinning
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| Excuse me if I bend your mind backwards like a gymnast
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| Dominique Dawes on the bars, you remember
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| Speeding through the tunnel on warp speed
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| Thought seeds germinate inside your mind’s
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| Fertile garden splendor
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| I used to wonder how the wolf got on the sheep’s attire
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| But now I know it’s easy to succumb to pretty liars
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| Smile smart, dress it up, take a fancy picture
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| You know that they ain’t fessing up
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| They fastened up their zippers
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| Then they threw away the key
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| So you can’t see that they’re the tricksters
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| And I see the spider say they is but no they isn’t
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| Pretty prison, keep you in the trappings
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| Scientists creating clones, holmes, gene mapping
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| Happy, nappy, run and tell your pappy
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| Sign it, seal it, deliver it in the bubble wrappings
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| This the real supersonic black power movement
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| You staring at the fence but which side are you really choosing
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| Better do it 'fore they do it and it ain’t nothing nice
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| Ain’t nothing worser than a fella' who don’t put up a fight
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| Scabby knees 'cuz they taught you how to pray and believe
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| But they never showed you the rabbit that they had up their sleeve
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| Get it, the magic men setting up a tragic end
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| Flash illusions for the gods, turn kings into savages
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| There you have it, here it is, plain sight in 20/20
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| Supreme team is back for all my people who fronted
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| That’s what it is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Merkaba , by - SA-ROC. Song from the album Journey Of The Starseed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп