Sa-Roc — The First Zulu

[Verse 1] I used to wake up with cold sweats and a night vision Codons coated with blueprints and a secret mission The architect told me i was supposed to build a shrine In the minefield a rather mastodon decision Objections rang out the black angel sang out I wasn't ready thought the matrix was exquisite If I take my mask off exposure might kill me They'll make me try and use my brittle bones to build me The wolves on the sidelines eyes wide they're bursting Waiting for the first drop of blood on the curtain But I was raised on the songs and the verses The teacher told me knowledge reigned supreme over churches And the birthin' of the savior was a favor by a wisdom who had fasted 30 days before conceiving the apparition So I listen, yeah, and I waited [Verse 2] I danced on the Devil's grave and feasted with the gods Had a Parliament in August while verbal commun' with Mars Told my enemies my pen is deadly they should really fall back Then we can have our planets but their ain't room for combat I'm bigger than the blogosphere pardon me for bragging here Full-blooded titan releasing lightning in the atmosphere Ignited by the passion of the charlatans and harlots Bringin' Qing to the kingdom while the cheeks burn scarlet It's deadly serious style wars are bound Even the dopest crews desperately fumblin' for the crown Just call me [?] cast spells when I battle I bring the heavy [?] got the medal Victory's in my clutches like the holy black Jedi Like the spark under the bridges so the dummies can get the lead out We movin' space-age [Verse 3] I travel through the valley of the dead amongst the living Where a man will sell his spirit to a demon for a shilling But he ain't copping albums 'cause there's value in his ignorance Stay violent stay alive and you'll be prized of the deliverance I never trust a scripture that was written by a royal Posin' as holy men but made the scriptures as they give ya Picture me dumbin' down divine intelligence for guapo Profit from the prophecies controlled by the Gestapo Not an option, a free agent since I kill in Orlando I do this for the thrill the dollar bill don't mean the bando The black saigon cited from the hardest cats in Zion Spit flames and watch me cast the gold mic from iron I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't made for this The bloodline was engineered and purpose prearranged for this They prayed for this