A day of outrage X-Clan

December 26, 2008

A day of outrage X-Clan
Outrage
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here’s another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet to a caveboy oppressor
Great one sends the aggressors
Thought we weren’t comin but it seems you made an error
Wrench in the mill work, systematic terror has arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game’s over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I’m the epitome
My black folks travel hard with claws of steel
Hearts kneel to the raw that speaks the deal
Vanglorious, voice of the many
Voice of the many of the man wanna get me
It’s not safari, so don’t make a move
Protection is the reason it’s a different groove
Sun up to sun down yo check the time
Mystic magic is more than a rhyme
I bring a little taste of the unearthed bass
Problem with the truth? Then bring it to my face
I’m outraged as I write the page
A sun forged sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don’t like guns
I don’t like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I’m at home
Waitin for the pitch so I can chrome your dome
A Brother grand slam cuts a vine like butter
Pick up my monkey and back to the mother
On to the road to pimp the unpimpable
The untouchable, doin the impossible
Kill the world of the age it flees
Ignorance swoops at the vulture’s knee
It’s time to make a step, it’s time to make a move
Time for the nation, it’s time for the groove

[Professor X]
No justice, no peace!
The definition; you DICK, with a nightSTICK
Here’s a Nat Turner LICK
Freedom, or death! Yusef, to the crossroad
I’m there!

[Brother J]
Walkin through the streets with a great war cry
Had enough and not another one dies
Nine to the rescue, run the path
Down to the mortals, and lead the wrath
(?) what we talk is with the squealing of pigs
“Them niggaz don’t have permits and them takin the bridge”
What can you do, what can you say?
Life in the zero, the game we play
Fist up to get down, always ready to step
And if they hit me with that stick yo man I’ll break your beck
I’ll walk with the lions, stalk with the elephant
Pivot like gorilla, pigs become irrelevant
And you persist with legalities
I resist and rebel cause I’m reality
And while I’m boomin this, I’m not a Humanist
I’m just a pro-black nigga and I’m doin this
And don’t you try to prove, that you can make a move
Because I’m outraged devil, it’s a different groove
And if you come again, this shit’ll never end
And we will fight through time through the very end
You get my point son? You get my point dad?
I’m goin back to your caves and I’m quite bad
I do a war dance, and cause a avalanche
And do the great pimp strut cause I’m a black man!

[Professor X]
You see?! We’ve been here before
The background then; the pyramids
The background now? The Statue of Liberty
Listen; the mission, Blackwatch!
The destination – the crossroad
And all pigs, step off! SISSSSSSYYYY!


A.D.A.M X-Clan

December 26, 2008

A.D.A.M X-Clan
[Professor X]
Come diddy-dum!
Welcome to this archaeological find!
At the road, witness me
Before the coming of the Sun;
peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take ’em to the three
Stand firm at the five; here’s a star and a shield to support you
at the nine!

[Brother J]
It’s like A – D – A – M
Prepare your mind, run tell your children
Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
Now my activity is cosmi-tivity
Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
I’m not measured by tradition, or any type of ‘ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Try to post a front but they know it ain’t cool, yeah
Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
When sword was my rattle
Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
Illogical god, I was created and formed
Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
I roll ’em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
I laid it down from circumference to dry space
And now I’m back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can’t beat me, so they try to eat me!
They can’t keep me, so they try to freak me
Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
Verbs all your silly mortal g-g-grin
Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
Take control of your body like the farmer’s daughter
And as you beg for control, what’s the reason? What’s the reason?
Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
Teh-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
Six-foot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
So now I’m taller ‘n ‘ya,check’n me out
A – D – A – M
Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
When it’s time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed…
Dar’Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
I got whooped by my mate
‘Cause the fruit had a taste
Of the curse that served as a marker
Now here we go, to deal, with all the little “-isms”
To define me in simple “-ologies,” Hell no!
On with the flow, here we go, sickamo’
Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
Niggas didn’t catch it anyway
They pat me on the back, talkin’ ’bout “Yeah, J”
Well yeah, right
East I flow, East I go
Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
What do you see? How does it be?
Is it circumference, or what’s up, G?
It’s like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
And a godly vainglorious break

[Professor X]
You shall be moved, logical one!
After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
At my beckoning – you and your landmark built
Without the Zero pride
Shall stumble, crumble my weight of meight
[???] pretender – your time has come!

[Brother J]
I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
Walked through the desert with Israel
Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
I’m crucified, resurrected – now ask how I feel
A – D that I AM, that I AM
From Father flesh to Father Solomon
From the pinky to the thumb ‘pon my hand
Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam
But yet I’m judged, leather prophet and all that
Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
And yet they ask me, “Brother, what’s the time?”
It’s a African drum with some space-age rhymes, man
Yo not at all, I say it’s sexual, infectual, delectable
I’m not a masturbating intellectual
And couldn’t read it from a book because that bores you all
So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for “Nia”
Kuumba, Imani, daughter named [?]Simani[?]
Came to the planet, Father [?]Afer[?] left his body
So leave the boy in the coffin within
Raise your head, let’s the A to the D to the A to the M
This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!

[Professor X]
With a shield of David on the grill
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
Bring on your G’s, your Q’s, your R’s and your Alphas
It is done – Shalom! And ya don’t stop – Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
k sun will get darker

Inne teksty piosenek X-Clan


Fire X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Fire X-Clan
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the… [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]

[Somebody’s calling my name….]

[Brother J]
Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!

[Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my
brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Professor X]
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
The one you fear, be scared you can’t figger
The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!
In the cut of zoom
In the darkness, the halo, the moon!
Stepping ta’ ya’ real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow me!
A peripheral, missionary, and ark commit-ness
Having intercourse with the nation of darkness!
Books with worms!
Jherri suited with last names like perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don’t get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, whatcha’ say? Brother J, whatcha’ say?

[Brother J]
Yeah!
I’m just a pro-Black nigga, and I’m doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain folks know it means doom when they hear
My firm, black boots with no spurs attached
Now let me take a second, cause I might detach
My black boots if you confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you wanna’ be down, clown
So many wanna’ be down, with the illogical ark
Steppin’ through your cave-boy crew
Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!
Media weapons!
News at 11!
Paper at 6 or systematic tricks
And that’s why I do what I do
Say how I feel so you get it on the real
True, true, any rapper will subdue
Try to test some buddy business
And submit my whole crew
The front page, says outrage
There’s no gauge, cause it’s time for the MAC!
Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It’s like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But on a level to the East I go
Cause with Freedom or Death, there’s no choice, you know?
Still on the topic of the P-R-O
When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O

[Professor X]
Over and under as I progress to this
Got no time to be hanging out with humanists
Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist
Serve we nationally comes the diss
Humanity keep it with us we break edicts
Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?
So, off to the road we go you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way of the old ??? emancipation
Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation
Cometh pro-Black dedication
The solution: revolution
Evolution
The conclusion: the trigger!
Please, a let me take a swigger
And if you don’t get any bigger
Yes, I’m that kind of nigga!

[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,
to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Brother J]
Yeah!
Revolution, evolution, the solution
No amendments, and burn the Constitution
You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers
Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas
Know why? Cause I’m that nigga that they can’t stand
That teach an African how to say, “Black man!”
And I’m that nigga they can plainly see
With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green
Yeah! I’m the one who cut Tarzan’s vine
Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine
One of those brothers that they just can’t find
That makes ’em shake and make ’em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish do Japs. Yeah!
You hear me? Boy, you’d better make way!
Enough action and totally nothing to say
And here’s a message to the Rainbow crew
And their fearless leader, Captain Human:
Revolution is not humanism!
Individualism and not separatism!
Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank
Cause there’s just some things that I never forget:
I remember green suits on a Black mayor;
I remember nine-millimeter child slayers;
I remember all the times that you called me an animal
But in Milwaukee there’s a cannibal
Check it! Some of the things that you just don’t figure
Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger
No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!

[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I’m not talking baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we’d be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya’ don’t stop!


Earth bound X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Earth bound X-Clan
Funk upon a time
In the days of vanglorious
The tri-dimensional houses of energy
released the original powers
to the translators of the interplanetary funk code
Funkin religion, funkin lesson
Key bearers, funkin to the East
Earth bound

[Professor X]
Mmmm
We are messengers, of Ra
Whispering the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!

“It was nearly eleven, when I started to return.
The night was unexpectedly dark.
To me, walking out of the lighted passage of my cousin’s house
it seemed indeed black.”

[Brother J]
What is.. we are..
Dum-diddy-dum to the God’s new drum
Devils run, here comes the sun
Brothers travel for ages
Scroll and stake from planet to planet
I take a ride on the cosmos
The utmost toast of my raft
Now mortals want a dose of the voice of key
with the bass of the great war chant
So now it’s on to the garden at a million vibes a second
The pyramid tries to beckon
The sands of time, survive the flood
The bricks of blood, the house of the heart
on the tri-dimensional level
On to balance with the feather
Funkin lesson vibes to earth, from Ra on to Jeb
My verse it bled, bring chaos to order
The abyss to the earth to the waters
Vanglorious sound on the rain comin down
Verbalizer with scroll, Earth bound

[Professor X]
I am, the blood of the pharoahes
The spear bearers, the elephant riders
The everlasting conquerors
I AM, the original power of blackness
The strength exampled, in our people as a whole
I am the voice of unearthly soil
Earth bound, by will of the Creator

[Brother J]
From amongst the stars, in a universe plane
Great void, the funk code plane
Going back to the ending, the beginning
Degrees ever spinning, in a world of divisibles
Black is black and before that original
Great pyramids served as tomb, but power;
child in the womb
I awaken to raise the flag, ahh, from the zero
War, zoom, devils, doomed
Eternal souls, living as those who are chose
To live for the nose
My boots bear soil, in respect of the elders toils
Bearskin rug, walk in flames, vultures swoop on the boiled
I free my mind and my spirit follows
I bring words of the wise
Coming to the earth on the likes of rafts
coming from the moon to the Nile, Earth bound

[Professor X]
In the land beneath, I come knowing the earth bends over
Wrapped it’s legs around darkness
And black waters both glide (?)

[Brother J]
Let’s take a trip through space, without no suit
I’m an Afronaut, I’m the original traveller, and unraveller
of all mysteries, I touched the world like a child plays tag
Speak the code then depart upon raft
Over moon with the chants of zoom, who are you?
You wonder, forever
Never never, a million years, key bearer
The cosmic storm, illogical coming of chaos
Again, earth dweller comprehend
Religion on wax
The facts of the living, the phoenix flies
Wings scrape the sky
and surveys the eys of two, zoom
On to the temple, zoom
Mortals fears, brothers tears, war is declared, zoom
Disrupting the devils convention
Paved in hell are the gravest intentions
but in my home devils burn, think about it
Til a Brother returns, to Zod

[Professor X]
I have come like a priest in (?) skin
Having crossed the Nile by boat
Having come through the gap in the mountain
Having walked like (?), restless
Like a rabbit from the depth of his hutch
Blinking at light, I have come
The mission, the Nile
The destination, the crossroads
And then.. (zoom, zoom, zoom)


Fire & earth X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Fire & earth X-Clan
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the… [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]

[Somebody’s calling my name….]

[Brother J]
Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!

[Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my
brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Professor X]
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
The one you fear, be scared you can’t figger
The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!
In the cut of zoom
In the darkness, the halo, the moon!
Stepping ta’ ya’ real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow me!
A peripheral, missionary, and ark commit-ness
Having intercourse with the nation of darkness!
Books with worms!
Jherri suited with last names like perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don’t get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, whatcha’ say? Brother J, whatcha’ say?

[Brother J]
Yeah!
I’m just a pro-Black nigga, and I’m doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain folks know it means doom when they hear
My firm, black boots with no spurs attached
Now let me take a second, cause I might detach
My black boots if you confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you wanna’ be down, clown
So many wanna’ be down, with the illogical ark
Steppin’ through your cave-boy crew
Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!
Media weapons!
News at 11!
Paper at 6 or systematic tricks
And that’s why I do what I do
Say how I feel so you get it on the real
True, true, any rapper will subdue
Try to test some buddy business
And submit my whole crew
The front page, says outrage
There’s no gauge, cause it’s time for the MAC!
Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It’s like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But on a level to the East I go
Cause with Freedom or Death, there’s no choice, you know?
Still on the topic of the P-R-O
When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O
[Professor X]
Over and under as I progress to this
Got no time to be hanging out with humanists
Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist
Serve we nationally comes the diss
Humanity keep it with us we break edicts
Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?
So, off to the road we go you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way of the old ??? emancipation
Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation
Cometh pro-Black dedication
The solution: revolution
Evolution
The conclusion: the trigger!
Please, a let me take a swigger
And if you don’t get any bigger
Yes, I’m that kind of nigga!

[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,
to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Brother J]
Yeah!
Revolution, evolution, the solution
No amendments, and burn the Constitution
You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers
Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas
Know why? Cause I’m that nigga that they can’t stand
That teach an African how to say, “Black man!”
And I’m that nigga they can plainly see
With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green
Yeah! I’m the one who cut Tarzan’s vine
Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine
One of those brothers that they just can’t find
That makes ’em shake and make ’em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish do Japs. Yeah!
You hear me? Boy, you’d better make way!
Enough action and totally nothing to say
And here’s a message to the Rainbow crew
And their fearless leader, Captain Human:
Revolution is not humanism!
Individualism and not separatism!
Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank
Cause there’s just some things that I never forget:
I remember green suits on a Black mayor;
I remember nine-millimeter child slayers;
I remember all the times that you called me an animal
But in Milwaukee there’s a cannibal
Check it! Some of the things that you just don’t figure
Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger
No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!

[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I’m not talking baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we’d be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya’ don’t stop!


Funkin lesson X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Funkin lesson X-Clan
Professor X:
“Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
sissssiiiiieeeeeeeees!”

“Huh!”

Brother J:
Abracadabra,
Allah baby, professor,
All hail Funkin’ Lesson,
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls,
Now behold, let the legend unfold,
Born unto cosmos, for no timin’,
Space to exist, vibe in the midst of the chaos,
Mourners label me as illogical, mythological,
They couldn’t comprehend when I brought the word,
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve,
Teachin’ those actors and actresses,
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?
Then they label me a sin,
Cause a brother just speaks from within,
I guess I’m darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always
scared to go in,
Boo!
I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls, rings and
shades,
Walk in the light of the moon, but I’ve never been a Batman,
African call it Blackman,
Brother extracts your African steps in your movements, enhance for
improvements,
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase,
Funkin’ Lesson the pathways,

“Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in.
One nation under a groove; can I get it on my good foot, get gone now!”

“Huh!” 4x

Verse 2:
Let me tell you about blackness,
Grits and cornbread how can you act this?
I exist on a plane, where the jar is my brain, I’m livin’ to retrieve
cells,
Antenae my stick, picture bigger, made of liquor, figure,
The pull of the trigger goes zoom not boom,
Not a bunch of sissies, but saviors braver,
The red, black, and green,
It’s just so much more than red, black, and green,
You ask what I mean, but yet the sundial shades on lights and dreams,
Watch too late, oops, upside your head!
You drop through abyss like lead,
Where you goin’, what’s your speed, what’s your pleasure, what’s your
need,
Trees to branches, roots to seeds, forwards, backwards many
degrees,
Questions answers, what’s the sum?
We have come,

Professor X:
“Out of the darkness in panther skins comes doctors. Bearing the remedy
of your existence. Yes, it gets blacker, with a Nat Turner lick. Martin,
Adam, Malcolm, Huey, there’s a party at the crossroads!”

Verse 3:
I returned from the stone crib,
Bringing verbal milk, a stool, and a bib,
Be filled of the black sap, from the tri-womb,
It flows fully un-attuned,
Wheat bread, tastey jam, come take a stroke to the rhythm of the grand-
Verbalizer comin’ from the temple of void,
Crown from a hat, man from a boy,
Onward ride as I talk of Rah, converse with Horace, create with Ptah,
Arrive to Geb, to roar with Bast, “Aton Tamu” as I ride the raft,
Roof of the world I sit, crosslegged, right over left,
Drums of dance to drums of war,
Who knows the score? Speak no more,
Who watches down with the eyes of black?
To the east blackwards, sissssiiiiieeeees


Tribal jam X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Tribal jam X-Clan
[Professor X]
(We have come..)
by way of the stars, by way of the Nile evermore
(We have come..)
speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending from such
(We have come..)
in love of the ancestor, the struggle continues
Loving heart, strong sun, firm fist
We are those

[Brother J]
We are evolutionists, for justice
People try to front and call us prejudiced
I know they know the truth, they call us battlers
The great warriors, systematic radicals
Who put their hand in the candy dish to pull a mint?
Government, taste the thieves descent
I heard you were a prankster, ultimate gangster
Daytime shooter, night time shankster
The phone-tapper, dress a little dapper so you think
my color’s blacker than it’s pink
Descending from pharoahes who travelled the narrows
and all of that are such
See me at the crossroad pimp-struts
I’m quite illogical but never been a savage
Genes scientific but I never have to map it
I’m harder than the diamond that the edam(?) might still
I’m never mythical, divinity is real
Mind stays steel, ever stable to the end
Nations begin, Blackwatch will defend
So now you raise the flag of the blood race earth
Freedom or death, and death unto birth, we carry on

[Brother J]
I am a man of the soil, crossroad walker
Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker
Makin God music in sync with the universe
So here we go again, another Brother verse
Back into time on the banks of Nile
Writin on papyrus, readin the dial
Look into the sky from the city beyond
Countin to the nine cause the mission is on
So now the lion connection, retrieves degrees
Startin never dimming third eye ever sees
Beyond dimension, beyond the soul
The label of your car inscribed on the scroll
So whatchu gonna do but ride to the scale?
On your knees to the East, all hail
The Grand Creator, the host and children
How could you think, to conquer his dominion and exist?
Coming from abyss, we are this
See the black fist, take a kiss
And from your earthly dwelling you’re dismissed
So can you dig it?
Now with a key, back into the swing of reality
Divine principality formalities are none
Son of a gun, I’m brother one, I am sun – enough!

[Brother J]
From the stars we are born in genetics
Anti-semetic? Ridiculous, chill
How you gonna copycat the pyramids filled
when a nation wears colors in respect of the build?
Comin through the gap in the mountain on a elephant
The world just shivered, I’m the earthquake president
Walked the path and my steps remained
Back to the den, grab a hold of the mane
Allegba(?), meet me at the road
A following soul, young to the old
Walkin in the path of the pure is not as easy
as they contemplate, but I obligate to demonstrate
Without struggle no peace and surely no state of mind
And what kind of nation will become
daughters and sons of what is, we have come
We continue..

[Professor X]
Tamu(?), Allegba(?), Osiris, Isis, Abraham, Solomon, Mohammad, Jesus
Vanglorious!
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!

[Brother J]
I was sittin by the river with my warrior’s gun
A bunch of caveboys tried to house my drum
I never bust a sweat because it’s not at all tragic
VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic!
I came across the sand on my faith alone
Eatin cooked meat while you gnaw at the bone
Sittin by the fire while you froze in cave
A bunch of silly thieves with the nerve to say you’re brave
I think you’re cowards; fightin systematically and chemically connivin
Cause you never liked us but it seems you’re always trying
Try to say we’re dumb but it seems you’re always thriving
from the science.. so now I bear you
Sit, heed the words and raise the flag to prepare you
for the coming of the ones who never fear you
Don’t you know a brother like myself will only dare you
to act foolish? We have come
Child of the sandbox, follow through the drum
We have come from with the mathematic sum
Now you wanna ask what’s the dum-diddy-dum? The X, Shalom

[Professor X]
1990! The tribal weapon
Uh-ohh, the nine.. SISSSSYYYYY!