Syria’s Concern

Vocals and Lyrics: RA Scion
Produced by: Sabzi
Run Time: 3:36:14

On the backs of seven asses - passin’ through Damascus
Pollinate the flowers on the cactus
Moon eliminate the blackness, sun illuminate the fascist
My task is: educate the Baptist
Swimmin’ underwater I practice breath control tactics
Once mastered emerge and do the Catholics
The ocean of my mystery is fathomless - I teach radicals [that]
Mathematics is the bastard child of my black abacus
Study my genealogy backwards – the fact is
My seed gave birth to the first prophet
Alas, the past and the future contrasted
Time’s just witchcraft and magic
Hangin’ in the balance by elastic cords – the lord shall
Take the law of averages and smash it
Babylon collapse under the massive weight of actions
Done by some who succumb to blind passion
On the backs of seven asses – passin’ through Damascus
Steadily approached by the masses
Anything you wanna know – ask us and we can take it to the masters
We mediate for pastors
Politicians, addicts, actresses and actors
‘Bout to show ‘em how supplication works the fastest
Call upon faith and meditate – how you ‘gon prostrate
When your back is against the mattress?
Usin’ the name in vain is blasphemous
With gold [we] coined the phrase: “In cash we trust"
But it’s the credit that attracted us – savage acts amass in the lookin’ glass
Body to ash to dust
We arise to the challenge and threat of attack plus
We’re backed with power to crush fanatics – now ask yourself this:
Do your passages justify war?
‘Cause I told you I rode in with six more – to blast it, like…

On the backs of seven asses – passin’ through Damascus
I heard the infidels are trynna catch us
Rumors circulatin’ rapid – their determination’s tacit
My status has permeated the passive
The call to arms was classic – histo-re-enacted
We established the real democratics
Descendents automatically adapted – and in the aftermath
Hand crafted a fatted calf made of plastic
The folly of methodology’s tragic – distracted, yo
Faith is knowin’ you can’t touch it
A fact turns to gas when the truth is extracted
Nevertheless, we have to grasp it
Ionize the stratosphere – we’re back here to patch it
We’re fantastic with the mastic
Perhaps the wrath shoulda caught ‘em
And taught ‘em the price of livin’ hapless
But my compassion is matchless
On the backs of seven asses headed outta Damascus
Just before temptation trapped us
The opportunity to live lavish – selfish and raffish
Yo it almost had us
Opium and acid - caffeine and hash in the bloodstream
I’ve seen through the eyes of a savage
Tattered and torn – rebuked and scorned – until at last reborn
Immaculate[ly] on the Sabbath
I shall not rest – your guess is accurate
The road to hell is paved with jagged aggregate
So watch your step when you’re travellin’ it
Backpacks is fulla trash and shit – I pack a pen and that’s it
In these spiritual battles aint no man a captive
We active ‘cause we have to live – so what [do] you have to give?
Your theatrics may entertain some
But the days of revelation done come…

All lyrics and music © RA Scion 2004