[Verse 1: 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

[Verse 2: Sa-Roc]
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