Roach Eggs - Saul Williams, SA-ROC

Woke up in the morning

High off the internet

Five million followers

Now on the internet

I own the internet

I own the internet

I own the internet

Hack into religion

Five billion followers

Bitches slaves and indians

Five billion followers

Five billion followers

Five billion followers

Martyr Loser Kingdom

Roach egg economy

Threat by superstition

Roach egg economy

Roach egg economy

Roach egg economy

Roach egg economy

Roach egg economy

«They approached the boat in reddish paint

Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks

Down, down from the sky, down

From the sky they seem to think we came»

I own the internet, five billion followers

2000 slave team

Michael with a cigarette

Make a nigga pop

But how pop can a nigga get?

Basquiat, king of pop

Make a nigga boom, boom

Spin around, hat tipped down

Walk over the moon, moon

Days of the ways of the phase of the samurai

Falcon on my shoulder but you know

I’m on that eagle eye

Eyes of America, everybody looking

TV on the radio, knowledge in a book, and

God of the internet

Hackers, hackers

God of the internet, God of the masters

You don’t have to ask us, you can just do it

Light blinked red and I ran right through it

Matte black Tesla tank full of hydrogen

Pop that head stuck open my eyes

It’s my computer in front of me

In front of my computer

I’m typing all my thoughts as if I couldn’t think them sooner

She’s just a night bird floating through your kingdom come

Threatened by Virgini on the plenty

On that Nina Sim

You sitting wondering

Spitters who fear wondering

Trying to get Fulani, like the Roma bitch I’m wandering

Tagged up in the Vatican

«Nah nigga not that again»

Poems on the subway with some change up in my hat again

Snitches think I’m tattling

Bitches think I’m ragging them

Preachers think I’m preaching

While the teachers think I’m cheating

I’m just speaking

«They approached the boat in reddish paint

Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks

Down, down from the sky, down

From the sky they seem to think we came»

I’m just speaking

«They approached the boat in reddish paint

Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks

Down, down from the sky, down

From the sky they seem to think we came»