Black Is Back - SA-ROC

Black is back, black is back

Black is back, black is back

Black general, five stars minimum

Leader of a new school, with his high time pinnacle

It’s my time, intervals

Punctuate my space like black holes, centerfold

Dark matters integral

I’m pure star light, contained in material

Your soul terrestrial, your name’s immaterial

Your fame so mercurial, keep you on your toes like Savion, pivotal

I’ll be in the sound booth with crystals and candles

Alters and manuals, white dress and sandals

and a six packs of Samuel’s

I’m not here to judge but

You can hear the difference between some raps and some channeling

Step your chi up, I’m on another level

I’m floating on cloud number seven

With granny right beside me looking proudly from heaven

With a shroud on her shoulders made from linens

Black royals, supreme team order

Rockets on Messiah like minute in

Lions on the compound, fly with paddles dropped down

Never take a step before the path is blessed high ground

Frankincense and Myrrh for daily consecration

Tunnel vision little concentration

I’ll be with them sages, scholars and gilded pages

Hieroglyphics highly gifted language

I walk with the angels, straight line on the angle

Square game watch the sunrise with the faithful

Akhis on my left side, with the righteous

Chakas in the front with them paws on the rifles

I hope you understand me, I’m from a family

Those who roam alone will stand for nothing but their fancy

On top of the pyramid, free-styling in Giza